my son was back home today from bangalore third month into his first job, lean and clean eyed.
he brought neha a toy, a dog that rolls paw over paw, shaking its head, when dragged by a string;
his sister a watch and his brother-in-law a shirt;
his mother a mobile phone
and his father two books--'Communism & Zen Fire, Zen Wind' and 'Vedanta: Seven Steps to Samadhi'-- both by Osho,
and a Peter England shirt,
in which i looked handsome
in the mirror.