I have now been on the road for over a month with parents traveling India. And yes I have had a plenty of moments of bliss.

It’s such a joy when one of the parents makes an expressive comment when they love seeing something, or feel joy being at a place in the moment, or they have had a satisfying meal, or they wake up restful after a good night sleep after a long day. Its just the little things.

As a child growing up we never had these little moments clearly visible, as we were ourselves busy with life. But this is so different. I am with them experiencing travel of a lifetime, and I sometimes see them literally as my own children, yeah both when they are happy and when they don’t like something and have no filters in the words they use.

I have had my own moments of happiness. I met one of my classmates after some 35 yrs. We were three girls who used to spend all the hours in the school together, sat together in classroom, ate our lunch together, possibly gossiped as well, can’t remember that. It is very funny that a we met after decades, yet we still saw each other as the same 16 year old, with the image of that young innocent child. It is this moment of bliss that prompted me to write today.

Last night parting from her, it was an unsaid sorrow I could see in her eyes and she could see in mine. The want on both sides to bring back time and spend hours talking about life. Just find reason to be in each other’s company. This writing is for her and a hope to be with her and my other friend who we miss. Yes we will have a meal together again, the three of us, sitting in an open park! We will make it happen soon!