bounded by shadows

chapter : 6

As we exit Chennai Central Station, the bustling atmosphere of the city hits me immediately. The station itself is alive with vendors selling snacks, porters rushing by with heavy loads, and travellers bustling in and out. Amidst this flurry, we spot my father and uncle Karthik waiting patiently near the station entrance There's an initial wave of excitement and relief as I saw my father and uncle. There are hugs, smiles, and a bit of playful scolding for being late, which quickly turns into laughter. The familiar banter and affectionate teasing are heartwarming after a long separation.

my father leads the way towards the parking lot where the car is parked. Chennai's heat envelops me as soon as I step outside, with a slight breeze from the nearby coast. The surroundings are a blend of modern buildings and glimpses of traditional architecture. As we settle into the car, the city unfolds around us. The streets are alive with honking vehicles, colourful storefronts, and glimpses of Chennai's vibrant street life.my father and uncle are catch up on family news, updating my mother on changes in the city and family matters. we moved through the busy to our paternal house on Namaka. During the ride they were planning for the wedding, shopping, and the rituals. Throughout the journey, I am met with a deep sense of emotional connection—reconnecting with family, reminiscing about our shared memories, and appreciating the bond that transcends time and distance.

As the car comes to a halt on the porch, taking in a deep breath, soaking in the familiar surroundings. Stepping out, I am immediately met with a chorus of welcoming smiles from my father's side of the family. Uncles and aunts, with warmth and joy, gather around, their faces lighting up with genuine happiness at our return. My cousins, some of whom I have only seen in photos and video calls over the years, rush forward with excitement, eager to reconnect.

my nanny and dadda standing on the veranda, their faces beaming with pride and love. Their presence brings a wave of nostalgia and comfort. moving towards them, exchanging heartfelt hugs, their embrace filled with warmth and familiarity. nanny wipes a tear of joy, while dadda's firm grip on my shoulder conveys his silent but profound happiness.

They have planned a traditional welcome for us. At the entrance, my second aunt holds a tray with a small oil lamp, flowers, and a bowl of water. She performs the aarti, moving the lamp in circular motions in front of me and amma to ward off any negative energies. After the aarti, she places a red vermilion mark (tilak) on my forehead, signifying blessings and protection.

My first uncle, holding a brass vessel, pours water for me to wash my feet— (a customary ritual signifying respect and purification upon returning home). I bend down to touch the feet of my elders, seeking their blessings, and they, in turn, place their hands on my head, uttering words of well-being and prosperity. As I step inside the house, the aroma of home-cooked food wafts through the air, making my stomach rumble with anticipation. The living room is adorned with fresh flowers, and a sense of festivity fills the space. I take a seat, surrounded by family, and stories and laughter begin to flow freely. Everyone is eager to hear about our experiences and updates on your life. As our conversation continues, the dining table is laden with an array of traditional dishes—each prepared with love and care. There's a mix of my childhood favourites and local specialties. As we all sit down to eat, without any disturbance the conversations continue, and the room is filled with the sounds of clinking utensils and cheerful chatter. The food tastes even better with the company of family, making the meal a truly joyous occasion. For a few hours I let myself forgot about my inner turmoil's.