Goodbyes are never easy.
Leaving a home where you lived together as a family for the very first time doesn’t make it any easier.
With just a few days left before we leave Bangalore, there is this uneasy feeling of nostalgia that brews within; a lull of sorrow born out of the realization of losing something beautiful.

One would think that all these years of moving betwen places would’ve made it easier.(From Kerala to Mumbai to Kerala to Hyderabad to Bangalore). But I guess you don’t just leave a place behind; You also leave behind all the different versions of you who once lived here.

When we first moved in, my son was a boisterous two year old still in diapers. And now, he is someone strong enough to tell me after a long school day- “Mama, I need some love”.

A home is a sacred space – a haven where we can be our most vulnerable selves and be accepted as such. 
A place to be loved and held. 
Such a home will always have a special place within us, and we carry it wherever we go.

I remember with fondness, the times I stood at our full-glass balcony sipping  my green tea and taking in the breathtaking beauty of the overlooking backyard- overgrown with  trees and bushes and wildflowers. At night, the star-studded sky would glitter as would the myriad lights from surrounding skyscrapers.
This place made me feel like I truly belonged.

But as they say, change is the only real constant.
And it is what makes life interesting.

Heading towards the uncertain can at times feel jarring, and yet we move on, hoping for better.