Till we meet again

I remember the day. The day is vividly etched in my memory. I had to leave. A week before the day I was supposed to leave was hell. The last night was a scorcher. Time appeared to dilate. I would wake up in the middle of the night and check on my time but nothing appeared to be moving. One does not need to be closer to a black hole or to move at the speed of light to experience it. I was anxious. My breathing and my heart seemed to race like these F1 cars at full throttle.

I was dreading the day and time when I had to say Goodbye to my family. How would I explain to my two-year daughter to whom I had bonded with so well that I was going away. It was not easy parting but it had to be done.
Then the countdown started that day. I am getting closer to the day of getting home again and I am experiencing the same feelings again. The days are getting longer so it seems.

Home is where my heart belongs.

Till we meet again and embrace. The cycle is always unending. What a stop-and-start journey.

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