New Year

Tired of the thoughtful relatives and prying questions of what you’ve been doing for the past year, the smoke-filled room/s from incense burning that you can cut with a knife, the wonderful hostess who has had the helpers toiling for hours over the food that’s in front of you and you kept turning down because you’re already full?

After years of coping, she (and I) has had enough.

Time for an exit (this year). So, another holiday.