Dear Maa
Dear Maa,
It is going to be two weeks soon and am happily studying here. Though I find it awkward when people ask me if I miss home, I'll be honest in saying that I fail to answer them. I do not know if I miss you people or not. You see, there is a lot to learn here, lot to achieve and I do not want to miss out on anything.
Well, this was what it seems on the outset, if I delve deep into my emotions, I find that I had been doing all this, making myself busy with thing so that I forget the feeling of being away from home. I miss the morning breakfast at 8 and how I used to force you to sit with me while I get ready. I feel really bad when I see that its lunch time but still I am in no situation to count the hours for it to be 5:30. I miss it at 6 p.m. when you used to be standing out waiting for me. I miss the Sunday's national breakfast of poha.
I miss the crazy fights we had and how I used to call from office asking nani to make rajma chaval or kadhi chaval.
I miss those late night studies when I used to keep you awake just to check that I do not doze off. I miss the infinitely many stories I had to narrate every day without fail, the stupid science fiction laden dreams that I had and you used to make fun of.
I remember fighting with Vibhu whenever she came back and the phone calls made. I remember how every Saturday evening there had to be a discussion about me going out in shorts; my only savior being that we are going by car.
I remember how Dad and me fought over the T.V. remote only to realize that we both wanted to see a news channel, though a different one.
Life here is different and I know it will be totally different from now on. I will not be the kid I was so happy to be all these years. I will have responsibilities that I will have to fulfill without fail. I will be a grown up.
A midst all this, there is something that will never change and that is the bond we share. I miss home a lot, just that I try to forget it but you see sometimes, its better to let that tear drop.
Yours Lovingly
Confused Genius
It is going to be two weeks soon and am happily studying here. Though I find it awkward when people ask me if I miss home, I'll be honest in saying that I fail to answer them. I do not know if I miss you people or not. You see, there is a lot to learn here, lot to achieve and I do not want to miss out on anything.
Well, this was what it seems on the outset, if I delve deep into my emotions, I find that I had been doing all this, making myself busy with thing so that I forget the feeling of being away from home. I miss the morning breakfast at 8 and how I used to force you to sit with me while I get ready. I feel really bad when I see that its lunch time but still I am in no situation to count the hours for it to be 5:30. I miss it at 6 p.m. when you used to be standing out waiting for me. I miss the Sunday's national breakfast of poha.
I miss the crazy fights we had and how I used to call from office asking nani to make rajma chaval or kadhi chaval.
I miss those late night studies when I used to keep you awake just to check that I do not doze off. I miss the infinitely many stories I had to narrate every day without fail, the stupid science fiction laden dreams that I had and you used to make fun of.
I remember fighting with Vibhu whenever she came back and the phone calls made. I remember how every Saturday evening there had to be a discussion about me going out in shorts; my only savior being that we are going by car.
I remember how Dad and me fought over the T.V. remote only to realize that we both wanted to see a news channel, though a different one.
Life here is different and I know it will be totally different from now on. I will not be the kid I was so happy to be all these years. I will have responsibilities that I will have to fulfill without fail. I will be a grown up.
A midst all this, there is something that will never change and that is the bond we share. I miss home a lot, just that I try to forget it but you see sometimes, its better to let that tear drop.
Yours Lovingly
Confused Genius
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