Bound on a journey headed to the South of this land,
He received signs of an impending bond,
Forged both by links of close friendships,
And also the impending signing of sheets,
Fortune hit as he got one and not the other,
Leading to nexuses that only got stronger,
Through knots cast by food and work,
And by his inimitable ability to cook,
Memories grew as days flew by,
Caught in pictures that he took on the fly,
Through strolls after lunch and at Shiva's hill,
And of tales of home and of a cousin's betrothal,
And before he knew, change ushered in,
A change that'd benefit his kith and kin,
And so, a year ahead of his promised stay,
He began his return, his journey away.
