I miss seeing my toes everyday,
I miss having a sandal tan-line on my dusty feet,
I miss my Indian silver anklet and
its silvery bells sounds when I walk...
I miss my colorful Ali-Baba pants,
I miss wearing a rainbow of a shawl everywhere,
I miss my dirty heavy backpack and
its dozen international flags...
I miss my long hennaed hair,
I miss having a bindi for a Third Eye,
I miss my free traveling self and
its unburdened and easy friendliness...
I miss my best friend around 24/7,
I miss the long days of just being,
I miss the adventure and the unknown,
I miss the joyous wandering and
its endless possibilities...
Maybe, what is to come will fill this gap...
ReplyDeleteI love the background you've chosen for this blog... I don't know why, but i've imagined you as a crazy-about-books pregnant librarian... jaja
Well... we miss you too... miss you then and miss you now...
you should write things like this more often...
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