I was just an hour away for my flight to land in Dhaka, Bangladesh. I was away from home, and from everything that kept on haunting me since the past 4 years.
I was away, from the burden that made me feel suffocated everyday, and perhaps it was not going to stop that easily.
“You are being a coward this time, that you are running away from everything all at once!” I repeated the words Henna said to me last week when I got my tickets ready.
But, I guess it didn’t matter anymore because there was none i would have stayed there for. There was neither any reason to live. So ,I just wanted to breathe, and feel less suffocated, just for a while...just a while!
Its been a week , since my 23rd birthday, and i am all set, this time, my year wont pass with books, exploring a new city, or just my work that simply. I joined Columbus coffee also called CrimsonCup Coffee since a few years. It has 4 branches in Bangladesh, and I had to shift in there, as one of the most hard working one. Didn’t knew that i really worked, because it was always fun being there with all those people. We together worked like a family, and it was a home.
The flight landed, and I started this walk from the 2nd terminal. From all the way to Ohio ,I was in a place where roads could be discovered with google maps, not with the heart, but, I guess, my heart would respond soon too, and the streets would be as fun as it was before for me back in Ohio, when I had everything, everyone....when i had gammy with me.
I got my keys for the apartment I was going to live in, from Jewel , the quality manager who was in the head office in Bonani. The place was pretty messy, and the 2nd floor was going to be taken fully.
The address was of a place named Uttara, which was pretty far from Bonani and I had to work at the Uttara store, the biggest, the calmest.
I texted Katie, my best friend and neighbor since childhood, who was supposed to come right after a week I arrived.
I have reached here, Its all good. Just come soon, the apartment is pretty tough to be taken care of by me only. Come soon, I would need you.
But. It just happened in an imagination.
Didn’t even finish writing it,
That’s just my story of imagination, and writing my first incomplete Story to be known as an author again.
writing on Tianna’s 1000 Letters of Love