Growing up!
When I was a little girl, I didn’t particularly like school. Whenever my Dad used to drop me off at school in the morning, I used to cry till the gates closed behind me. Nothing much has changed today just that I willingly stayed back and said bye to my dad instead as the gates closed. But there are a few things in common the emotion, the tears and the people involved. There are days like today where I question all my decisions and deeply introspect every event that led me to take these in the first place. Today as I waved bye to my dad after spending 6 wonderful days together for a few minutes I couldn’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t go with him. I don’t know why I stayed back or why I moved at all. Goodbyes are so damn hard. For me it’s not the good bye that was triggering, I’m packing his stuff, I see his packed suitcase, we reach the airport, I say bye and we hug, I come home to a now empty place, I see his room, I see the glasses he's used, the tickets from our trav...