I've been away from home. My heart is yet to arrive and reality is yet to strike the inside of me.
The emotional turmoil diminishes, the bizarre signboards become familiar, the sound of silence invites me into the world of seclusion where my thoughts linger around with no destined direction.
Sometimes I dream of where I was or where I want to be, other times the trance takes me to the mystical chapters of my life. I've been the hero, the thief, the cunning, the caring, the cruel, the compassionate, the friendly and the fake and I wonder how can all these diverse traits exist within a single being.
We all remember the past and can easily classify the times we have spent into categories that we take pride in or that we are ashamed of. But how many times do we stop to think before we commit ourselves into an act(of pride or guilt)?
30 days have passed since I've seen my mother's face. My brother's voice is comforting as I close my eyes when I speak to him over the phone(It brings him closer to me). My father, a man in the evening of his life feels deep inside for the love of his son who is away in a foreign land.
My aunt who has the love of a mother holds back her tears, puts on a smile before she calls. My kid sisters are busy with thier daily chores, soon they'll grow up and I miss being a part of their childhood days.
I've had the best of friends which obviously means that I've had the greatest of times. I miss them too.
The opportunities are immense and there are several learning experiences waiting to be unravelled . In order to keep the balance sheet of my life on the profitable side I'm on this pursuit far away from my dear ones. I hope the returns will be worth the investment.
When each step gets steeper the peak of the mountain has arrived, we all know we cannot walk down to the peak!
