In a short span of 24 hours in Durgapur, I have met my relatives, my inlaws thrice, two of my teachers, one friends from Durgpur days, one friend from tenth grade, one friend from twelfth grade and I am almost “meetinged out”. So the best, like every trip to Durgapur was left for the last – having a dinner out with my inlaws. My brother also joined.

It had all the hallmarks of such a dinner – my mother-in-law insisting we should have eaten home, my father in law refusing to drink anything other than ice wine (Which you cannot get in India), my mother in law complaining about me and my brother drinking too much, we talking about Nikita and Natasha and all that.

Like every time, this was the best part of the trip…