Following on from my previous post, I landed back in South Africa, feeling a little depressed about being here all by myself as I had left India early and the rest of my family were only joining me two weeks later. As I mentioned earlier, after a six year separation, my father rejoined our family during the holidays back in India. I was not happy at the turn of events and it seemed like he was going to play a role in my life from the moment I landed back in South Africa. You see, the airport was 120km away from my home town, so my father had organized for one of his friends to pick me up from the airport. During the separation, my father lived in a town 45 minutes away from ours and this friend of his was going to take me back there so that I could get my father’s car and drive it back to my home. The town my father lived in was the ass end of nowhere. The most excitement that town ever experienced was the arrival and departure of the train. Despite my distaste at being forced to accept my father’s interference, I bit down my attitude and played nice - the guy that picked me up was a sweet old man and it wasn’t his fault after all.
