That chat

One evening last year, on the way back from the office, my father came home with a guava. After dinner, we were all sitting together and chatting in the living room. That year my brother was doing IELTS course .My father advised my brother to speak English with everyone in the family. So that there is no dullness in the face of my brother to speak in English. However, my brother was always good .At speaking English During the chat that night, Dad told everyone to start speaking English one by one, but everyone had to speak for at least a minute. It started with me first. I remember I started talking with great interest even though most of it was wrong But I am not ashamed of it. Because my father always tells us that you are wrong and say it is not a big deal. You keep talking and when you keep saying wrong then you will understand what is right.

Today, a year later, my father brought guava. At the end of the dinner we all just sat together and chatted .But even then there seems to be an imperfection somewhere. Brother has gone abroad, big sister is married. So 2 seats are empty for him. So maybe everything is perfect but there is an imperfection.

Today, my sadness is trying to say, like that chat in the coffee house, that chat is no more in our house after dinner today .