He dreaded the memories.
He had till now avoided coming back for silly and inconsequential reasons. The truth was that he was unwilling to face the memories that lay seamlessly embedded in that place.
Father had cautioned him but had not stopped him from leaving, ‘Go wherever you wish to go, but don’t forget your roots.’
But he chose to forget; if one had to be radical than it was not fashionable to talk of the roots.
He felt pathetic; rootlessness had only made the journey painful.
He looked at the desolate house and wished he had not come back.
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