Missing you all!

Those were the most beautiful days. I cling to the fond memories and smile with beaming eyes. The days when the breeze smelt of belongingness. The dawn was the onset of a bright hopeful day. When my little one loved Tamil and forgot Hindi and English, it brought an undying laughter to us. The elder one wanted to learn Tamil and all he could speak was Punjabi mixed Hindi with a few words of Bangla. We were heading towards an integration of the Indian languages. Each day was a new zeal. Project and assignments of course kept me on my toes, but it was worth all the effort. The Chennai air recognized me. The auto rickshawalas knew me and my address. It still gets me giggling and the riots of rick tariffs! Ha! What a life! Beautiful golden days. Too much of everything destroys! Little did I know that it was the last of my togetherness with people I bonded. I am now alone. Very alone. I miss raising my kids; miss each day when I know that they are learning new things! This is certainly not what I wanted. I am a mother and loving my kids is a natural instinct to me.