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 never forget that the strength to do it all comes from the limitless love I’m blessed with, my engine and my fuel are my people.

So here I am yet again, starting anew, with a heartful of memories and hope. Hope to be able to spend the rest of my life with the people who the mean the most to me. Hope to wake up and have the luxury to go see them the same day. Hope to make the world a better place than it already is. Hope to make some real contribution to the world around me. Hope to laugh like a child again. Hope to get lost in love, all over again. Till then, I will show up for all the decisions I’ve made and the responsibilities I’ve taken up.

“In the corner of the world, there’s a small place I call home, thousands of miles away from a home that holds my heart. There’s hope beyond measure that one day they will both be the same. For that day, I wake up, sleep, and do everything in between and for that day I dream!”

Comments

  1. AshishFebruary 16, 2023 at 10:34 PM

    Like all your writings, it's fresh, honest and straight from the heart.. knocking at at my heart asking 'how bout you?'

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