Losing someone

It was this time of the year, me and my parents were planning to go for a vacation, a year ago. And now I am sitting alone on my desk thinking about the matter for my next novel. It was a massive accident that took away my mom and dad and all those lovely moments that were yet to come in my life. The doorbell rang all of a sudden. It was James, my friend and colleague. James was someone who understood me much better than myself. He had an envelope in his hand. I asked him what it was, to which he replied "a BREAK". Break, from all this loneliness and melancholy. James said that those were tickets to Rajasthan, India. I was born and brought up in Calgary but had my roots in India. My father belonged to Ajmer, Rajasthan. I remember him telling me about his childhood and my grandparents. I never saw them nor talked to them. I didn't even know where they lived. I wasn't enthused but couldn't say no to an ardent James.