.. seems to make me to do what nothing else seems to have worked… drive me to write a post..
Jetlag and homesickness, to be honest.. The worst part of going home for holidays. It is funny how home is still with Amma and Achan. That whole feeling of being a daughter, I guess not being the primary care taker, knowing that someone else is there to ‘look after’ me even if I am well past that age of being ‘looked-after’.
This, even after years of living away from them.. Despite never having lived with my parents since the time I was eighteen.. I guess time or age does not really matter when it comes to the matters of the heart. And being wide awake at 4:00 in the morning doesn’t do much to help.
The only thing I can think that can make me feel better now is to unpack and eat some of yummy goodies that Amma packed for her grand-daughter. Surely a homesick daughter can have some of them too?