It was on Sunday morning, I had to leave for my destination, the city of barene. 900 KMS away from my homeland. I had all the luggage made ready the previous night for the journey.
The journey was to start at 5am in the morning. It was a 12 hours journey by train. Me being an emotional lady, it was difficult for me bidding goodbyes to my family and friends. And above all to the land where I was born and the land where I am really attached to.
Friends, relatives and neighbours all came by to bid adieu . It felt like a dream and that I was being delusional as no one could ever imagine, the little, sweet and charming karin could leave her town.
The clock struck 4.20, I left out for the station with my brother Nick and my parents. I stood behind My brother Nick who was drove the vehicle and my dad was accompanying Him in the front seat . I sat along with Mum, both of us holding each others hand tightly without speaking a word. As we reached the station, my mother started crying hugging me and few minutes later, I went inside the train. It was so hard for all of us . with tears dripping down from my I eyes stood beside the window in the train.
How can a person not find it hard leaving behind all the places which arecwo near and dear to them, the culture's, the tradition.
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my mother land
Non-FictionThe story depicts about the writer love for his homeland. The writer lives in city far away from her homeland and often misses it. The writer longs to spend time in the place where she feels she truly belongs to, in an environment full of scenic bea...
