no, i am not back in india.each day i stare at the pictures on my wall of these dear, dear people from the land that i love and long for so deeply, wishing i could hop on the next plane without a second thought.
perhaps my longing has been accentuated since graduation, as unemployment leaves one without something to work towards, reaching instead for times when life was beautiful and things made more sense--even if they were more complicated than current circumstances. times when being a part of someone's life meant that you took on their sorrows, but you also lived out the joys as they came.
these stories, these faces, these images are burned into my mind--so even as i sit in my little bedroom with candles flickering and music filling my ears, i cannot help but long for the open air, for the mountains and the joy of being with such dear friends.
my mother would say that i'm sensationalizing india. i have realized since returning that as much as i might downplay the struggles, they are struggles that i am willing to live with, only to have the chance to go back and live, truly live again. i know that going back now would be different, that life couldn't return exactly as i knew it. but that doesn't keep me from wanting to return.
my dear, dear family,
as the train pulled out from the station,
separating us for what seems like a lifetime.
oh lord, that you would bring us together again!
my mother would say that i'm sensationalizing india. i have realized since returning that as much as i might downplay the struggles, they are struggles that i am willing to live with, only to have the chance to go back and live, truly live again. i know that going back now would be different, that life couldn't return exactly as i knew it. but that doesn't keep me from wanting to return.
my dear, dear family,as the train pulled out from the station,
separating us for what seems like a lifetime.
oh lord, that you would bring us together again!
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