The little time when I am in the train, but the train has not started, when the struggle of destination is little far to imagine and when I have the liberty to get lost in thought before the whistle will remind why I want to go, I realize what I miss.
I miss staying with mom, enjoying the little happiness of life. I miss interacting with siblings, with whom I have shared my journey, but with whom I have met so rarely in the last 10 years. I notice how in these 10 years, my dad has grown old and has retired. I notice how their life is so much about me, but I even fail to reply to messages and call sometimes. I feel how much sacrifice they have done for me, and, probably, I will never make for anyone.
In those 10 minutes, when the journey back to the rat race of life has not started, and when you are just back from a rare union with everyone in the family you realize, what are you running for!
In the comfort that this period is momentary, I take the liberty to question myself because once the train starts, the race for goals and the bubble of sacrificing for success will take over.
Waiting for the train to start and, at the same time, wishing it to stay there a little more, I regret getting lost in my little bubble of ignorance in the last 10 years.
