Still missing

Quite a long time back I had done a post titled Missing Something. It was inspired by a question "Is there something missing in your life?" that was printed on an ad board placed at a Cafe Coffee Day table. In the post I presented that slogan in different creative ways. I recollect that at time the line only made me think about the things I had never had then and therefore, longed for, like a visa stamp on my passport, a research paper published in my name, and the hero of my life. But there is another kind of craving, the one which comes with having to let go off something that you actually did possess.

In packing my bags for coming to Uppsala I had to leave behind effects ranging from the simple (such as my favourite books and a carefully built saree collection) to the important which included the familiarity of my surroundings, the security of a home and the comfort that you feel because of a certain person's presence. It is hard not to miss any of these small and big things that you love and are so used to. When spirits are particularly low you sense a kind of deprivation and incompleteness. The only consolation is, in most cases, the sureity of there existence elsewhere and the knowledge of the fact that sooner and not too much later you will get it all back. But till then you have to learn to "be patient in tribulation".