Armaan walked into his house after a week being away on a business trip.
He had been to business trips many times in his life.
Sometimes to other states, sometimes to other countries, but he had never been homesick
before.
He took in a deep breath and the aroma of food from the kitchen hit him hard.
Coming home to Janani's cooking is something he could get used to.
It was past lunch time, but he could still have something to eat.
Once done with eating a little bit of the food left in the kitchen, he sighed.
He missed having this while in Delhi.
He looked around and couldn't see either Janani or the kids.
Along with that came the realisation that it's not coming home to Janani's cooking that
matters.
It's coming home to Janani and the kids that brings this warmth in his heart.
The heart which he had locked away long ago.
He is stepping into dangerous territory, he knew.
He is not sure what it is he feels, but he is liking that feeling.
One week away had been hell.