The Elephant in the Room

Someday in June early morning I was getting ready to go to my second

home.Packed my bags and went to my room and hugged my sister.My father
took out the keys and we went downstairs.It was time to go so we sat in the
car and waved our hands towards my mother.I was going to a place which I
was very familiar since my birth.It was my grandparent’s house which was in
Jaipur.Since childhood I used to get very excited everytime I was told to visit
them.But this time I wasn’t excited as before.There was a weird feeling a
numbness in my heart.I had anxiety just by thinking of going there.This had
never happened before.I kept on praying that please god let there be a traffic
jam on the way so that we reach late.But that didn’t happen I had to control
my anxiety in the limited time that I had.Around 2 in the afternoon we reached
their house.I got out of the car with my belongings and went straight to the
door.At first I was hesitant but I opened it.I greeted my grandfather and
hurriedly went to the kitchen to get some water.The reason I went to the
kitchen was to escape from the truth.My inability to process the truth was the
feeling I was going through.