The feeling is different this time. Not the unfocused anticipation, not excitement, more of a feeling of neutral ambivalence. A pondering of why I would leave my kids again for such a long time. They are much more self-sufficient this time around. My son drives, my daughter is in her first year of high school. Their days will be filled with daily routines that come with the school year. My daughter will be getting her braces removed while I’m away – I won’t be the first one to see her new smile. My son’s college acceptances are rolling in and I won’t be there to read them with him.
But India calls to me one more time. The warm weather, the noise, colors and cows that only India can bring me awaits. I look forward to spying Guruji’s practice and listening to Prashantji’s esoteric views on ‘yog’. I look forward to learning from the little fiery one, Abhijita as Guruji interjects from the sidelines.