A New Beginning
That night was cold, with winds that howled. Rumbling thunder and the sky was lit up by lightning bolts. Then, the rains lashed. I kissed my baby’s forehead. Gently caressed her curly hair. With a heavy heart, I closed the doors gently. My mother was sick and sleeping next door, I shook and told her: “it’s time”. “They are really heavy”. My dad pointed to the two big suitcases. My wife was nodding to his rough calculations. Maybe it’s my aspirations, dreams, and hopes that made it heavy - I thought. We three squeezed into the back seat of the cab and it sped through the pitch-dark flooded roads of Bangalore. I was gazing through the windows as raindrops dripped down the windows in a uniform pattern while the street light gave them a golden color. Something that I always enjoyed during a journey. She held my hands so tight throughout the journey and I knew how much we would miss each other until the next time. So many thoughts passed my mind like the boxcars of a never-