Oneday

It is a day to start writing,to make a begining, nothing much to convey,thinking of my father, yesterday was my brother's birthday i think he is around fifty two, did not even know about it .My sister had called me to say that she had called him, what all time does, remember during his birthday used to go to a temple in Coonoor to get Prasad,both of us dressed  in white full sleeves and white shorts,