The thing about being home is that I am never able to place my mind in a definite spot -- happy, confused, confident, disappointed; I feel all this and much more. We went out for dinner the same night I arrived. It was my brother's birthday then. We were all so happy to be together after a really long gap, all five of us. He was reluctant to dine with us as he had other plans but we ended up balancing both acts that night. The next two days were a cocktail of hospital visit, offering condolences, funeral and catching up with my sweethearts.
My sister, in her second tri-semester, is all round for now. Motherhood must be such an exciting phase. Ofcourse this would be her second delivery, nonetheless it is still special because of the circumstances under which she had her first baby. I wonder how she must have fared during those scary months. I was the younger sister, the one who should have ideally been around to help her and share every insecurity she might be facing. Instead I was one of the enemies then and for all those times I am so sorry. This time it is a different story and I shall try to be around when she needs me.
Home always leaves me thinking about the future and more. What will happen to me? Where will I end up some ten-twenty years from now? Who is going to be around to be a part of my memories? How time flies when one is home, I wish I could express.
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