for once, starting from hyderabad was a real pain in the heart...it is extremely confusing when you have two very important emotions to choose from...feel sad for leaving my family & friends behind or feel happy to get back to my wife...am ih supposed to be a son first or a husband? seeing my mom cry, walking away from my dad at the airport didn't feel one bit good this time...this is 5th time i am leaving the country...using the facilities of an airport...but this time it felt a lot more strange...it felt like time blitzkrieged past me...3 weeks passed away within a blink and i feel i have not done justice to my parents, family, friends who waited for me to come back for 2 years...and now i am already on my way back...
back to college life...back to a comfortable but mechanical life...all that pulls me back is one person...
when is the right time to decide that you are more of a husband than a son? when is the time when responsibilities need to change? how will i know? will there be a river which would magically give me way? i hope there is...or is it that i already know what i am doing and i didnt realize?
well sitting here, waiting to board the next flight, on the crossroads...of my journey or my life? a question which is keeping my gray cells busy...
3 comments:
That Great Indian Attitude poetry is yours ? Very well encapsulated.
BTW, Airport is a place a of blogger(s) identify with :)
Keep going
changi airport...wish u were there for another 9 hours...i would have taken u to little india this time...
wish there was river which did that ..
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