You would have been 85.

I would have demanded a treat. We would have made a trek to one of the hotels, Sangam or Gajapriya. Something with panner and some Indo-Chinese favourite would have been ordered. You would have watched me eat.

Maybe we would have made it to Seakings with me at the wheel. You would have given me instructions. A little yelling would also have been involved. Cutlet and milkshake would have been ordered.

I would have asked you what you wanted as a gift. You would have replied that you needed nothing. Maybe I would have brought you a pair of socks or a pen.

I would have read the editorial to you. I would have yawned while I did it. You would have laughed.You would have made me pull out the big dictionary you treasured. I would have moaned.

I would have fought with you. For no reason. You would have let me win.

We would have picked pavalamalli poo off the grounds and you would have reminded me do my breathing exercises. I would have rebelled.

If only we could have frozen time and stayed in that corner we called home. If only….