I left my mom back in India 4 months after my dad's sudden death. I borrowed loans from everywhere I could. Did all the preparations with no help from anyone. All this just so that I could take my career forward in the United States of America. It did not seem like a big deal to me then. Now it definitely is not a big deal. For all that it is, I have lost even the little things I had in India. Little things which made me happy. Which made me look forward to each day as it begins. The delicious food mom used to cook, my room, my bed,shoppin with cousins,useless hours spent at Coffee Day,loud music while I bathe for an hour,etc etc. My life was never easy. Every lil bit of pride my parents felt for me was hard earned. But now all of a sudden,life jus seems so meaningless. When I stop and look at my life, I dono which part of it excites me to live more. I hate going to work. I hate going to my apartment. I dont hav friends to hang around with. My first and only love has disowned me. As if all this wasnt enough, I am putting on weight!
I really wanna feel happy. Not just pretend to be happy but BE happy. If God came to me and granted me 1 wish, I wouldn't know what to ask. Maybe I ll want him to send me back to India. Or else ask for a great position in career. Maybe having the love of my life back would qualify too. Above all I just need a hug. I just need someone to talk to. I need a life.....
