Somewhere over the arabian sea right about now is an airplane that carries my mom, dad and grand-dad as they head back after being here with AB and me in Dubai for just a week. It was a crazy week to say the least. We visited as many malls as we could in 5 days and did all the standard things tourists in Dubai are supposed to do. We went on a dhow cruise, saw Sheikh zayed road in all it's lit-up glory (at great leisure since we were stuck in traffic!) and did the desert safari. Where my 84 yr-old grand-dad insisted on dune-bashing, pace-maker be damned! He really made this trip memorable for me. Every time I see him I think of my gran and how much fun she would have had and thank god for him. I know he watches me with her eyes as well as his own.
And now after a week of crowding into our 1BHK, they're gone. After a week of waking at 7 to my dad's rather rambunctious enthusiasm, Sonal's masala chai, Pulin's droll humour, my grand-dad's chanting before every meal and my mom just being my mom, they've all left to go back. And although now we can go to the bathroom any time we like, and run around in various states of undress, the house seems so much the emptier.
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