It has been 13 days since I posted something on my blog.. And these 13 days have been quite emotional for me.. This is again a kind of rant, thought I should warn you.
Diwali week was hectic as eff, even though we didn’t celebrate. It is that time of the year when all my family come together from different parts of the country and we have a gala time. But this time, the separation was hard-hitting. I cried, profusely… Especially when I saw my sister and my tayaji (uncle) leave for Meerut. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see them for a long, long time.. And then, it was time to say goodbye to the rest of them.. And ever since, I haven’t stopped crying..
Many would think why am I over-reacting. It is just Bangalore, not North Korea or Syria!! But, it is difficult for me.. I am a kind of person who has always cancelled plans with her friends to spend time with family. I am a kind of person who will prefer spending an idle day with her mother (she is a working woman). I am a kind of person who loves to explore places with her dad. I am a kind of person who loves to go on a gehri (drive) with her brother. I am a kind of person who spend hours sitting beside her grandfather, listening to his stories of what marriage functions were like in the 1950s..
What kills me is that I won’t be able to watch Akshay Kumar’s ‘Airlift’ with my brother next year, which we both have been waiting for eagerly.. What kills me is that my dad won’t wake me up each morning.. What kills me is that I won’t be able to enjoy a cup of tea with my grandmother in the evening.. What kills me is that my grandfather, whose only best friend died this year, won’t be able to find someone to open his heart up to.. What kills me is that I won’t be able to enjoy my mum’s YUM aloo ke paranthe with her signature butter..
Next week will change everything, and it is killing me from inside..