This morning, with teary eyes, I asked my
mom for solo travel. It has been on my bucket list for many years. Being alone is
my comfort zone. I suffocate with people easily. Since Dashain vacation, I have
been living with my family, I want my aloneness back. For mom, being
a woman traveling alone for fun is not good enough. Even if she allowed me to
move out of the home at fifteen for further study. Although, after graduation, I traveled with foreigners for six months for work purposes. Even though I have been living alone
for ten years. She doesn’t allow me to travel alone. My tears don’t melt her
heart, nor change her decision.
Dealing with PMS is not easy. It is
something like dealing with our childhood traumas. It makes you teary easily. Emotions are the only things I have from some
days. Emotional highs and lows are killing me. From some days, I am remembering
some weird memories. Even they are killing. Not only I am angry with others I
am also angry with myself.
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