You think leaving someone you love is hard. Just imagine leaving a city!
I was on the six o'clock train to Bangalore. For the longest time, the train didn't barge an inch; it felt like waiting for the bill to come in a busy restaurant. All of a sudden, it jerked forward and started to speed up. Not even six yet! I thought Mysore is just a city that I receive constant pain from yoga. But somehow my throat was tightened and sore, and my eyes eagerly swallowed the views that passed by until the last drop of sun has been poured out. And then it was inky night outside. Some invisible hand grabs your heart and squeezes. Ouch.
That is how you know when you are in love.
