Run Back Home.

I never understood how a mere recalling of a memory or just hearing someone’s voice or glancing at a photograph could move you to tears. Maybe, I always had around me everyone I ever loved. But today, in the midst of the race of life, I’ve left behind a lot. People, places, pieces of my heart. And now when I recall, glance or hear something, my lips quiver, vision gets blurry and a tear rolls down the cheek without hesitation.

I think it will never get easy. Being away. It will always be difficult to let home be a thing of the past. To let ourselves create a new circle around us in a place that is as new to us as we are to it. Perhaps, we’ll get used to this and the constant urge to leave everything and run back home. Perhaps, fighting this constant urge is the only way forward and we have no choice but to carry on.

~ Miss Balance (Jiyana Jethani)