Day 183/366

I held her hand as tightly as I could. I knew it was hurting her slightly when I saw her face but I couldn't get myself to let go. She was the best person I had ever met in life. And luckily for me, she'd also been the same person who had brought me into this world.

I hate airports. And I hate partings. Put the two together and you have a girl who you used to cry often enough to get her the name 'crybaby'. One fine day, that girl woke up and discovered that she had cried too much in life and that the tears just wouldn't flow anymore. As she rejoiced, no tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks. She was quite pleased with this little development in her previously unnecessarily tear-filled life.

A few months later, she was writing a long email to her mother. She was homesick. missed playing Ma's favorite song for her to fall asleep to. She sat listening closely to the harmonies take her into a dreamlike world where she was back in her own home hugging the lady she was thinking so fondly of. Almost as if out of thin air, sobs spaced by sniffles filled the still air in the room.

That night, she cried herself to sleep with a smile spread across her face.