Dear Blog,
I was just sitting in front of
my laptop and selecting photos to be put up as my desktop backgrounds when
suddenly I realized I hadn’t made the list.
I opened Sticky Notes and
grabbed a pen and paper. I scrolled through the items I’d listed and furiously started
jotting them down. As I went through the list, I could imagine the feel of each
fabric on me; the halter strap, the fluttering hem of my skirt, the comfort of
my shorts, and to top it all, the taste of my mom’s food.
It was only three months yet it
felt like an eternity. I was dying to have home cooked food. It was the first
time I realized the importance and craving for it. I just want to savor the
delicacies my mom prepares; just take it all in. Ah! I can smell Puran Poli being made. And my mouth is
literally watering.
This time last year, I was
contemplating staying on rent for travelling convenience and had even checked a
few places out. I had wanted to just get out of my home and experience the
single life. But now that I have it, it’s not all that cool. I mean yes, you
have your freedom (however limited it can be), but with that freedom, come a
hell lot of responsibilities and duties you never foresaw. If you ask me now, I
want to go back to my safe haven.
Today is my last night in the
hostel, of the 1st trimester ‘cause tomorrow night I’m flying back
home. I’m going to that greenery which was my entire life before. I’m a free
bird flying back to the warmth of my parents. I never thought staying away from
family would be this heart wrenching. Lord alone knows what am I going to do
when I get married!
Love,
N
