Tasha leaves home, for the first time by herself.
Regardless of age, saying “Bye” to a child is never easy for a parent. Every part of your mind is telling you that this is what you have worked hard all your life – so that they can go out and prosper in life in the world – a world much bigger than you will ever understand.
And yet, in that corner of your heart, a faint voice always pipes up – “So, what was left for you in your small world?”
Maybe the hope that they will come back again? Maybe those worlds will meet again?
[Which reminds me, I better start looking for tickets to India soon]