I'M COMING HOME! (A PHOTO-SERIES)

My first son Sachin giving me a shave

Dear Loyal Reader,

You are keeping me alive. Your interest in my weekly ramblings have given me a reason to go on. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I want to continue sharing my progress with you. You are on this journey as well. I kindly ask that if you have the means, it would mean a great deal if could support my writing by becoming a paid subscriber, and keep this show on the road.

Your loving writer, Hanif

My youngest boy Kier

Things are looking up. We are definitely leaving here on Tuesday and returning to London at last. Strangely you get attached to places even when you have spent a lot of time lying on your back watching a fly making its way around the ceiling. Each time I went back to bed I looked out for that fly, wondering where it was and how it was doing. Had I become that fly, making my way around and around the same space, looking for a way out? But I knew there was no way out for the fly. One day it was gone. I looked for it everywhere but it was no use.