I'm not good at losing people. When someone leaves, they take a part of me with themselves. A part of my heart, a part of my smile, a part of my soul, a part of my story. And the place become empty in me. This was not just a place where I went in summer holidays, it was a place where my soul felt like home. Having delicious food to peaceful sleep on my Nani's lap, I had heaven on earth. The love she showered was unconditional, pure. She never expected anything in return. She made me feel safe in her hands, nothing in this bad world would harm me , she used to protect me from my own thoughts. I remember talking to her about my dreams, where others told I was being silly, she was the one who supported me.
Today, I am returning to that home, that empty place, where my eyes still try to search for her, where my heart craves for one last piece of food from her hand, one last time to sleep on her lap, one last time to keep her hand on my forehead and say everything will be fine. I'll miss her...
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