The Writer's Platform

  I had shifted from the Middle East to my home country, India, during the year 2017. Since my eldest sister needed to pursue her higher studies, India seemed like the best option to start. As the “obedient “kids that we were, I don’t ever recall throwing a tantrum or even whining about shifting from the place that we called home for 12 long years. Neither did my sisters. We were focused on our last school year, determined to make the best out of it without any regrets. When the time came to leave; a 6-hour flight, happy relatives greeting us, entering the new apartment and then entering the new school greeted us.  I kind of wanted to be home-schooled than enter a new school with new teachers with kids of an entirely different set-up compared to mine. I genuinely detest writing about that particular phase since I had to let go a lot of things I held dear. The emotions that come after leaving something dear to you didn’t catch up with me, rather I wouldn’t allow myself a brief ...