Going Home
My longing to be home was eating me up that I no longer could hold. But there was no way I could be there. Once we work, we have obligation and duties. And since it is that which gives us food and shelter, we cannot just ignore. Weeks became months and months became years. But finally a day came… I couldn’t hold my excitement. I was going to be home and I just couldn’t hold my mind. It went on thinking of thousand different thoughts and there were so many things I wanted to do. But this, I had to limit again. A colleague and I headed to the east on April 15, 2009, in sheer joy and anticipation. We had anticipation because we were not on a holiday. We had works we had to carry out. And this was what set us off to the east in the first place. A night in Ura and Monggar was too long. My home was still many, many kilometers away. I was counting the days, though I knew I would be in Bartsham in three days. My sisters’ faces flashed in my mind and I longed stronger to be there. I met my brot...