She's homesick.
"Gazing out of the window, she looks at the trees forming silhouettes on the dark, starry night sky. Coldplay playing in the background.
Alone, yet in a crowded bus, she knows that she is happy.
Chilly winds blowing past her as she moves ahead.
It's been 8 days without family now.
She's going back home."
This was something I wrote while I was on NH8 (somewhere near Jaipur/Udaipur), en route Delhi from a study trip to Gujarat. It was midnight and I was in a weird melancholic mood. It's weird how I can still feel the same feeling, 4 years later.
So much has changed, but has it changed at all?
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