In all these years, I never felt lonely—at least, not in a way I remember.
But today, there’s a quiet sadness. She left for a 10-day Vipassana course in Pushkar, and though I understand its impermanence, I can’t ignore the shift within me.
My breath is heavy, my eyes a little wet. When I’m busy, she quietly waits for my call, but just knowing she’s there has always been enough to keep me going.
I never thought I’d be someone who feels this way. I don’t usually miss people; I don’t get attached to feelings. I live moment to moment. Yet, this time, it’s different.
A day before she left, she made aloo ke paranthe for me. Before leaving, she insisted on preparing dinner so I wouldn’t have to bother with kitchen chores. She has been to many courses before, even a 20-day one, but I never felt like this.
This time, it feels like a part of me is misplaced.
In simple words, I miss her. And for the first time in a long while, I feel lonely today.
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