Resolve and Reason
As I mark 6 months of moving away from the only place I’ve called home to a new home thousands of miles away, I choose to pause and let some of it out, lest I burst from within. One constant question from everyone new I’ve met in the last few months is “Do you miss your family?” and this here is the answer. I miss my mother’s bear hugs, my father’s forehead kisses and my sister’s constant care. I miss my handful of friends whom I’ve known since kindergarden days. Friends who can sense that I’m troubled just from my voice on the phone and friends who choose to forgive me every time I don’t answer their call. I miss my extended family of friends and well-wishers who are constantly concerned about my wellbeing. I miss my books that have moulded and guided and brought me up alongside my parents and sister. I miss dancing at Devaniya. I miss my guru. I miss Natesan Colony. I miss my straw mat. I miss my home library filled with books, each with its own personal memory. I miss m...
