Arya tells me that she has a funny, sad feeling in the pit of her stomach. We are leaving for Bangalore tonight. Our 2 week vacation in Singapore has come to an end. She had nightmares 2 nights in a row and she is feeling down and out and vulnerable.
And me - sigh! I am not even starting to describe how I am feeling. At least in my mind, I can rationalize that it's nicer to spend 2 weeks in Singapore and bear the 2 day ordeal of parting pangs rather than not come at all. But for Arya, she doesn't know how to deal with saying Bye Bye to her precious Singapore all over again. She would much rather not come here at all, because she can't bear the depression of saying Bye.
Kushal went to Mumbai on a business trip on Saturday and that was probably what started her downward spiral. She is now reached a point where she is ready to cry at the slightest provocation. Helpless mother that I am, my heart goes out to her of course. Yet at the same time, I wish she was tougher. What with all the hard knocks life has to offer - I worry, I worry a lot!
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