The reality.
After two years of long gap I am again going to India to see my aging parents.But this year things are not the same.I don't feel the happiness and the excitement at all.As the day of departure is coming closer ,my heart is sinking deeper and deeper. I have no excitement for searching for appropriate gifts for everyone, or buying cloths and shoes for our travel or making lists of things I have to buy from India.None of those.It feels like lifeless,listless, enthusiasm less .I wish the time stops and everything remain the same.I want the time to become still, because in this time I can still feel that my parents are alive,I can talk to them,I can talk to my mother when ever I want,day or night.She is going through memory loss but at least she remembers me and able to recall every moment we have spent together. Being born as the youngest sibling can be so frustrating and mentally agonizing,this thought never crossed my mind.I was rather happy that I am the youngest.But now that a...