Its almost midnight. The excitement of the day has died down. The room is dark and everyone is sleeping. I lay awake. Its raining outside, and I am sitting inside my room, hearing probably the last raindrops falling on my porch. I don't know when I would be hearing them again.
Its freakishly quiet!
I feel scared and lost somewhere between the feelings of loneliness and homesick already, and a sense of heart breaking loss for all that I would be losing once I get on that flight.Its hardly fair on my part to be thinking of things like this now, three days before I leave, but honestly, I was prepared for a lot of things, I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't prepared for this overwhelming mammoth size lump in my throat every time I try opening my mouth to speak. I spent all my time weighing opportunities and returns, and didn't realise that I would soon start rationing my time for my loves ones, not to mention, wont be seeing some ever. It hit me like a deer on the highway!
Does everyone feel like that? Is it a phase? or am I really leaving something behind which is worth staying back for? There are so many answers missing. I don't know if they will come or not. Tonight, my only prayer is to give me strength, and the wisdom to realise the bigger picture! See me through God!!