It is almost 1am and I cant sleep. Sitting in my living room, on the extremely comfortable black sofa I love with the tv playing some music. I have kept it on just for company. As a distraction, in case my crying becomes too loud to wake up my parents.
Why am I crying? Just a day more and almost two years without having my parents and my brother (half my life dwells in him) in vicinity is at the moment, unbearable. I have stayed away from home before at Australia, Delhi and Pune but Australia trip was short enough, just 6 weeks, and Delhi and Pune are within comfortable travel distance from Mumbai.
But this time, it is for a longer time and farther than any of these three places. A progression of sorts. I hope.
It will be tough, I know but I also know I will be fine and settle down fine and make peace with the arrangement. But right now, just a glance around the house makes me cry. It could never be easy. Going away.
I love my mom, dad and brother. They know it, I know and I will know just how much soon enough.
