From 2 years to 24hrs!

The last two years of pandemic has undoubtedly been a testing time for those of us separated from their loved ones.Its the hardest part of being an expat and extremely challenging.

It threw everyone’s lives into disarray and has kept us apart for too long.

Due to travel restrictions and bans we couldn’t make our annual trips back home.It was inevitably beyond our control.

Some of us suffered a phase of terrible lows including me.Loneliness and anxiety kept playing games in my head.

For so many of us, life stood still. Holidays were spent on Zoom calls and waving at friends across the street.

There was always an anxiety after learning a family member or friend has got tested positive till they got better.Loss of lives and not being able to be physically present in the final journey took a toll on the mental health and well-being.

Every phone call from home would increase the heart beats (not my people God -is all that we prayed).

Checking the number of cases everyday to the number of deaths had become an unsaid ritual.

Mornings began by calling back home and ensuring all are safe and it continues.

Now we make time consciously.

Back home in India where my folks live there are always network issues and I could never have a video call with my mom.It used to sadden me a lot.Its been two years I haven’t seen her.The only respite was she is safe with all the complexities she already has.

Now finally the time has come when I will meet her and hug her tight.

Yes,she is coming home and my only prayer now is her safety.

These two years have been really long and now these last 24 hrs seems even longer😊.

I am right now that kid who is eagerly waiting for the first glimpse of her mother after a long wait.

Thanking my uncle and aunt for coming along with her.Anxiously waiting to get together and make up for the lost time.