In the course of a fortnight, I have realized that...........
Distance actually makes heart grow fonder.
It takes a crisis to put things into clear perspective.
I can analyze my actions with merciless logic and clarity.
I am capable of burying a part of the past and patting the mud on the filled (to the brim) grave with fondly.
I could never imagine a future without one of my corner stones...and I am not sure whether to be happy or not about this.
I had almost but not quite taken a few people's presence for granted.
I had the some reserve courage to console a set of parents over their irreparable and irreversible loss, from which I had been escaping for a long time.
No amount of tear-jerkers can make me shed long-bottled tears ....unless I want to.
People who care a whit about me do make an effort to keep in touch.
I don't even have to try to be friendly with some - it comes naturally :)!
And I miss those every-week-Sunday-phone-calls....so much that it actually hurts.
Well....it’s not the first time that I've had the impractical notion of setting back the clock.