Another sleepless night would it be but this would be the last night of me with my family for a very long time.
It would be a lie if I say that I wouldn't miss it. I would miss the hands of my mother gently combing my tresses while murmuring in an annoyed tone because her sweet advice and directions are for the ears that are leaving them unheard. I would miss the complaints of my brother and my mother shaking her head, witnessing the little fights between me and him.
The perfect spice in my food, the storybooks, the temple of the house and the whistle from the kitchen would be missed. Yet, after all this, I am glad that they would now not have to see my face that always possesses ghosts of tears I cried last night.
I am glad that I am embarking on a new journey that I am a little familiar with and would get a little more used to it after staying longer.
It feels good to see light but at times I feel selfish to not look at the darkness around me. The darkness that has silence, the silence that brings dread that these days I have been living quite frequently but ignoring at the same time.
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