After 13 years of 1202 we had to move out. It was the first shifting for the wife and the daughter both.
Moving is hard. We get attached to a place. It becomes our safe heaven. Breaking that safety leaves us open -- vulnarable. I tried to believe that the true roof is the sky on our heads and no one can take that away. But for the second time in my life I felt the pain of leaving home.
Luckily we managed to stay in familiar environs. The view, though, has changed. Now we look towards the south instead at the west.
Moving is hard. We get attached to a place. It becomes our safe heaven. Breaking that safety leaves us open -- vulnarable. I tried to believe that the true roof is the sky on our heads and no one can take that away. But for the second time in my life I felt the pain of leaving home.
Luckily we managed to stay in familiar environs. The view, though, has changed. Now we look towards the south instead at the west.
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