Tales from the USA exile

It was somewhere around this time a few years back when I chose to set out on my exile. I remember making fun of my friends when they cried a river before leaving their near and dear ones. Not manly enough I said...real men never cry!! Yet I felt an overwhelming sadness choking me when I said goodbye to my city for the last time. Glanced at the bed I had been sleeping on for a considerable number of years and accepted the fact that I would never return to it anytime soon.

Shortly after boarding my flight I fought that grief by closing my eyes only to wake up to a new land. Soon the sadness was pushed back to being discussed after a few rounds of drinks with fellow countrymen who were as drunk.

Everything has a bright side and soon I saw the bright side of my journey. Not long back I would stare at the sky and wonder what it would be to fly a plane instead of being a passenger in it, look at rapids raging in its full glory and want to jump in them , put on my headphones while playing Need for Speed on my computer to make me believe I was actually driving that car in real life. Today those dreams are no longer dreams and I have fulfilled them all.

Yet today as my roommate vacated all his stuff leaving a huge empty house to myself that lost grief finds its way out of the murky depths where it was lost .

The morbid rooms and empty spaces glare at the lone figure typing away while sitting on the lifeless carpet. The lone person who was once surrounded by near and dear ones whom he could see without the aid of technology ....near and dear ones that are far far away now...