Home Sweet Home Recently I was quite busy but then a phone call came from my mother after about eight months next day followed by a call from my elder brother and a few days later a call from my younger brother . I understand mother is remembering her prodigal son ...I have to go home .Hurriedly I tried to finish my job in hand .I increased my working hours till mid night .Also I am proud of the fact that some young professionals in their early twenties are ever willing to work hard even in odd hours . I arranged my trip to Kolkata , my old man's adopted home town , his third in fact , coinciding with a meeting on the way . Evening time after the meeting is over I started for Kolkata by train .Next day evening I reached Sealdah station [Kolkata] from there I catch another local train and then a cycle rickshaw to reach my final destination my home sweet home . When I opened the gate I heard a child voice called out ' Father, father uncle is coming' . I pressed the calling bell my father opened the door towed by his four years old grandson , standing behind my mother , younger brother and his wife . My father always been a source of inspiration for me . Though visibly we are never in a good term and most of the time even any small thing agree to disagree . Having said this I also admit that I never argue with him in public , my disagreement with him is our personal matter and we enjoy it . Today as time passes by and I am also becoming older I sometimes wonder how my father then supported a much larger family consisting of uncles , aunts , and we brothers .Provided every body good education ,food and clothing .Being victim of partition rootless , penny less I in my childhood days never heard him grumbling .What I remember of him on holidays reciting poems and on special days chanting hymns from Gita or Chandi . Today when I look at his white bearded face I find him mellowed with time both his hands stretched out sparkling eyes eager to meet his son .
