An Onam after 3 years

Heading Home for Onam – A Special One This Year This Onam feels different—my first without my dad. Memories of the Onams we celebrated together flood my mind—it was always special with everyone around. I still remember how he was eager to see me married, while I wasn’t quite ready. Once, he even took me to meet a girl, but I outright rejected the proposal—not because I didn’t like her, but simply because I wasn’t prepared. (I did apologize to her later!) My dad didn’t take it well—he firmly said he would never interfere in my life again. He repeated those words again that November—and now, those moments weigh heavy on my heart. I miss you, Achaa… After his passing, our home became quiet, and my mom retreated into a shell of her own. But this Onam, I’ve made up my mind—I’ll be there to bring joy back into our home because the past does not define the future! I’m excited, and I know my mom is too—knowing her, she’s probably lined up three or four girls for me to meet! (That’s my mother for you!) Adding to the excitement is my 4-year-old nephew, who can’t wait for the Spiderman goodies I’m bringing—bags, tiffin box, water bottles, pens, pencils… It’s going to be an expensive trip, but totally worth it—nothing compares to the happiness I see in my Amma and sister’s faces. Kollam, I’m coming—let’s make this Onam unforgettable!