'You are in a deep mood since afternoon aren't you?' he asks, across the table, looking up from his laptop.
'Yes. How did you know?'
'Shakal se hi lagta hai, bara baje hai.' he replies. (Sorry, this is not translatable.)
This always happens to me just before I set off for Tiruvannamalai. I think of all the reasons I shouldn't go, then I convince myself that I am not going, after that I barely manage to not cry.
And then, I go.
This time, the pull is double power. Swami Nithyananda is going to walk around the mountain on Sunday, with an expected number of twenty thousand devotees.
I missed going to Tiru for Deepam for this pradakshina.
I have even got my white suit stitched.
Just because hubby and kid are ditching me for a village trip somewhere, should I not follow my own star?
The problem is, there is no question of should or shouldn't here. The problem is, I am free to go either way. The problem is, I will miss the family when I look at the Mountain.