When the children are gone

It just isn't the same when the children are gone.

Boris's flight took off this morning for Cape Town. It's funny how I refer to Boris as my own kid.
The other night, Vimla and I acted a bit weirdly as surrogate parents, providing him with advice that we hope will guide him during his years in SA and maybe even later in life. I guess it just shows the profound affection we have for him.

As for Sid and Ashna, they have both left for Melbourne for their higher studies and they never looked happier. We now have a branch in Australia and China...:) I hope to fly to Melbourne to visit them by next year. That reunion will simply be fantastic in such a fun and exciting city.

The house is silent without Sid. I will miss his music, I will miss seeing him pop in and out on Friday nights and I will even miss watching him spend 36hours cleaning his car. This life experience will no doubt see him gain in maturity and the next time we meet he will be a 'man' and not a kid anymore.

Life...