I just figured out the best time to chat with friends is during a heavy rain in a very late Monday night. Outside and with neither football fans nor mamaks around.
Few days back, I bumped into this tweets by some friend wondering what will their life be when both their parent gone/death. I smiled. Seventeen years of watching a single mother struggled hard to raise her six children came to view.
This morning, I talk of something that I rarely share to others. Something that even my housemates won't even care to ask about. Or maybe I am too secretive to tell them about.
My late father.
Believe me, dude. You wouldn't want that day to come.