The real one. Two years of staying away from it, I had forgotten how it felt to come back home to people who had brought you to this planet. “Baba?” I said as I opened the door with my key, “Aai?” No one responded. I should have called before coming, I thought. Then suddenly, I heard a man scream his lungs out. I rushed to the living room where the voice had come from. “Thank goodness!” I muttered when I realised it was Sunny Deol screaming on the television. I saw Dad sitting on the couch in a get-set-go position gritting his teeth and miming Sunny’s dialogues. Minutes later, when Sunny started punching holes in the goon’s body with his ‘dhaai kilo ka haath’ my dad began mimicking his action by throwing punches in air. A few kicks followed. Dad had a penchant for Sunny Deol and Dharmendra movies, so whenever the television channels played them, me and Radhika would get to see our father transform into an action hero.
