The Accidental Stephanian.
First trip to Delhi Sanu was folding clothes — meticulously putting the buttons on my white cotton shirt and folding the sleeves to the chest. Amma was overlooking and guiding the whole process, from the start till the end, from her bed. For the past one and a half years, all Amma could do was guide us from her bed. Despite her desire to help with the chores, her arthritis wouldn’t allow her to move an inch. I lay on the bed, daydreaming about the new sights I would witness in the capital city. At this time, tomorrow, I will be in Delhi. Uncertain about the exact place but I am sure that I will be 2500 Km away from my home, mother, and Sanu. This will be the first time I am going this far from home. The thought of it passed through my nerves with an uneasiness. I am accompanied by my father, a friend, and his father. It was not the journey or strangeness, it was the uncertainty that I hated. The flight is at 5 AM in the morning from Cochin airport, so we need to be there by 3 AM, Amma