A cup of coffee and the love of parents

As i sip by the steaming roast of the coffee with snow showers in the midst of the night, I think of the moments that I would be living a day from now. In the next 24hours I'll be aboard the flight to the motherland, the smell of which hasn't touched me since two years. I wasn't as excited about the trip to India as I was to Dallas over the last week but now I realize how much I await the next couple of hours. The aromatic coffee influenced the thought of every moment I would be living there. The moment when I see my parents eagerly waiting (in the congregated area), the moment where the best hug releases the entire travel fatigue, the tears to see their child back after two years and the words "Aai gayo beta (you are back son)"; can't ask for more. Either the coffee's too strong or the feeling that you get after meeting them is different. And then those talks of how the place has changed over time to what their response stands it's been here since a long time; makes you feel how much they've missed you in those years. The feeling of reaching home and sitting on the couch where we slept while preparing for exams or watching the idiot box or eating like a king as our mom gave you "ghee wali rotis". Whether we cook everything to the best we can and even dream of owning a restaurant but when we eat the mom made sabzi that you've loved since your childhood, you don't find any reason not to hug the bed in the noon.
Meeting old friends and their talks of how much you've changed, to someone special awaiting your meet, to the 'Lapet screams' during Uttarayan, and to the Chocolate sandwiches at Manekchowk. Every moment flashes as I sip this coffee and live the rest of the month. I guess I need another cup of coffee now.