I am on a beach in Spain. On a holiday with my husband, Ankur. It’s been 30 years of being together as a married couple. Waves of the sea are touching my feet. They come and go at their pace, not following my will. Why should they? Who am I to decide for them? They follow their own patterns.... just like the visits of my kids.

Whenever they visit me, I feel comforted, peaceful and full of energy. And when they go back, the sand starts shifting. As if I am loosing earth beneath my feet, as if I would gradually get grounded at the same place till the time the next wave comes. So what do I do? Keep standing there with a feeling of loss or shift myself to a new place, where I feel safe and confident.

And I make my choice.