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Missing Christmas

When you are alone and lonely, there are so many questions in your mind. You feel everything. You remember everything. The details of life seem to present to you in every way possible. This is life.


Now that I am away from my family and friends and love ones, I see things differently. Life on the other side of the world I used to know becomes strange. Defined on a new perspective, life becomes a challenge that coexists with my destiny.


I miss my dad, mom, my siblings. I know I had not spent so much quality time with them but really I miss them a lot.


Now it is Christmas and I am alone. My family matters to me the most. My loneliness coupled with the thought of being with them here to where I am now will be my supreme sacrifice. Someday I know we will be together. And that what my life will be about.


There is no place like back home. There is no Christmas like the way I used to know it.
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