Rose-Tinted Sunglasses

Prologue

I sit on one of the many cardboard boxes scattered all around the home, looking around myself with a weird and unprecedented feeling of homesickness. The home-I never thought I'd ever refer to this place as my 'home'. However, now that I was leaving it for good, a wave of nostalgia hit me often, sending me tumbling down the memory lane. Everywhere I look, I remember some or the other experience of the last five years.

When Dad had announced last month that we were about to move to a new city, my heart had soared at the prospect of leaving the current place I had grown ever so accustomed to loathe. Apart from the aforementioned euphoria, I had felt absolutely nothing. I was used to the idea of moving as Dad's walk of life only permitted the employees to stay at a place for not more than half a decade. So far, this has been the only city I have detested more than ever. However now, when the empty house seems to be closing in on me, I have this sudden urge to halt the time and stay. There is commotion everywhere, thanks to Mom and Dad barking orders to the packing people, but it is nothing compared to the tsunami of mixed emotions rolling and crashing around in my head. Tomorrow is the day I'll be boarding the flight which would lead me away from this place forever.

Speaking of which, I have totally loved airports and flights. Not the "I-want-to-become-a-pilot" love but the "I-love-flying-luxuriously" love. Airports are always so abuzz with activity, it is like you are gaining energy from all the crowd around you. And airports are pretty good for shopping too. Okay, back to the point. You might think I have this tendency to deviate completely from the topic of discussion and rightly so. I just have so much stuff I want to convey going in my head all the time that it is hard to stay focused. Anyway, so I am supposed to leave tomorrow morning.

But before that trip, I need to make another trip back in time when it all started. The words have been suppressed inside me for too long, struggling to get out, trying to jump from the tip of my tongue. Now finally, they have found a way out through my hands and are dangling off the tips of my fingers, desperate to be read and heard. My story is nothing extraordinary but it is definitely easy to relate to. So here I go. It all began on 17th June, 2009.