To India, with love!
I miss everything about you. Every sound, every smell, every sight. It’s like I’ve left a big piece of my heart there and carried all the remaining pieces here. I’m now arranging those pieces to make sense out of it. To make sense out of every decision I’ve made that got me here. Not lying that there were days I craved to be where I am today, now that I’m here, there’s still a longing and so much pain. Will there ever be a point in adult life where you feel full and content? I think in moments, yes. A few days ago, I felt that in fleeting moments. When all the pieces of my heart were put together quite literally in one room, I felt full and content. In my parent’s home, on Indian soil. Being back to the grind and work, with new faces all around, chores unlimited, silences of the night, mind full of thoughts, bouts of heartaches and tears, hundreds of emails, targets to reach, jumping off every hurdle, falling and getting up, dusting off and then running again through it all, I ne