“Who is it? Who’s there? John is it you?” Denise got up from the bed, wrapping a bed-sheet around her she slowly crept down the stairs. The house was quiet expect for that nagging sound.
“Baba are we there yet?”
“Any time now Riya, wait”
Driving down the long dusty road, Suraj was as impatient as his daughter to get a glimpse of his village. Many long years had passed since he had run down the winding path that led to his ancestral house. Back in the days almost all of his summers were spent here. He and his cousins had had an awesome time chasing butterflies, shepherding livestock and playing in the rivers.