It's one o' clock here in Singapore.The New Year is already an hour old. I just spoke to my wife and my son in Calcutta (Kolkata). They are at a New Year countdown party there with my sister-in-law, her husband and her daughter.
I will call them again when the New Year finally arrives in Calcutta. That's still one and a half hours away. My son gave me an earful when I said I would be calling again. Ever since he went to college in America, he has been acting awfully grown-up.
But who cares what he says? I have to wish them happy New Year again when the clock strikes midnight in Calcutta. I don't want to be left out when they exchange New Year greetings with others. I just want to reach out to them, tousle my son's hair, hold my wife's hand and look into her beautiful eyes. Oh well. Now that I have spoken to them, I can wish others as well: Happy New Year!
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