Back to the starting point

I can feel her give up control now that I am back but my mind is yet not back. I am not willing to be domesticated again and am looking for ways to run away again.

But she, who perhaps bore the brunt for a month that I was away, is ready to let go.

No peace in sight.

Some of my non-human companions

Update 2

I am learning new things everyday and most of it is about myself.

Routines are so important to me. Just cleaning my face, flossing and getting into bed, with a book, comforts me.
How one small snack reminds me home.
How I am missing home this much? Didn’t think I would. I think my parents hear the yearning in my voice.
How I learn that I can live with anyone without really losing my mind or my temper. I, of course,  have huge arguments in my head. But I also realise that’s enough for me. I will do anything to not upset the apparent calm.
Again, wondering what the point of this experience is? And why don’t I have the patience to wait and find out.
Will it show me a new way or help me to take the beaten path, in a better fashion? I am also learning about people who complain constantly and assure me  it’s professional behaviour.

 

Important lessons

I have no idea how many hours my employees work — I just know they get the work done.

Update 1

It’s a Sunday afternoon and the thing I am missing the most seems to be the SUNDAY Papers. A nice cup of tea, made by me, too? At the same time, I am not missing the noise of traffic or incessant honking or the noises I associate with Mumbai.

Sometimes you are too close to something and can’t see the good in it. There are days when I feel like that. It’s been 10 -11 days that I am here now but still feel like a guest or like on an assignment. There are other days when the wind rushes through my face and forces me close eyes and I wonder why I question the timing of it all.