not going home

i thought i was going home. but it didn't happen again. it was a phone call that changed everything.

my mobile rang early in the morning. my father on the another end of line told me that they want to celebrate tihar festival in dang. now my mother will go to dang straight from kathmandu. so will do my sister.

there would be no one in home. i told them it was ok. so, i am not going home.

wish you happy tihar...