Twenty odd hours later, we made it back to Toronto. Our house was a snapshot of our state of mind when we left it five months back. This is going to take us days to get it back to normal.

We made our way to Bangalore to board our flight to Toronto. Someone (me) thought we can save a couple of bucks not flying from Chennai. So, we drove for 6 hours. Almost got into a fight with a drunkard along the way. But, we made it Bangalore in one piece.

Was discussing with I. about mythology of who we think we are as artists. Artists always think that we are saving the world some way or the other. What happens when we throw away all those ornaments of deceit that we have build up for ourselves.

6am. I am holding K. tiny hand in mine. All worries fade away. Someday it won’t be - so. But today, now, I have this.

Found a couple of books from my childhood as I was doing a purge of all the books in my library. I really do like the bright aesthetics of these particular books. As for the stories within, meh.

Looked up at the mirror holding K. after my shower. I saw how shaggy my hair and beard looked and told half-jokingly, "how do you love someone who looks so ugly?". To which P. said we should reinforce that only something that's beautiful deserves love. Never gave aesthetics of perception much thought before this. Something to correct going forward.

Mosquitoes were vicious yesterday night. I came in to sleep at 3, thought I killed all of them. They still got us through the mosquito net. They did a number on both P. and my hand. I just hope they didn’t get K.

Mouquitoes descended on K. on his freshly bald scalp. Even though both P. and I were feeling really tired, we put up the mosquito net. And, along the way sent a few of them to mosquito hell.

We went to Tirumala with K. Today was the day he is going to get his head tonsured. I am very conflicted with this tradition. For one it has been going on for generations now. On the other hand, he is going to really really hate it.

he hated it, i hated it, but its done