I distinctively missed Nanaji and Nani after returning from my morning run. Since the last five days, every time I returned from my running-gymming time-pass, I would go to their room and sit with them for a while. They left yesterday. They had come to Bhubaneswar to see me and stayed with me in my guest-house and quite liked their short stay.
They are funny people. I mean all they did was watch TV – in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening – literally all the time. Of course, on one of the weekdays I booked a cab and sent them off on a Orissa trip – they saw the Konark temple and the Lingaraj temple and few other temples in between. When I was free on Saturday evening, I went with them to Ekamara garden in Bhubaneswar. They don’t really like walking too much. They are old – they can’t really walk too much. All they do is watch TV – in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening – literally all the time. And when they are not watching TV they are preparing and eating paan. That’s what they do all the time. They are funny people. They have left and I kind of miss their presence now. I miss enhaling the smell of paan and supaari and the combined odour of all those other things that go into a paan, when I would approach their room.