It's been exactly two weeks since she has been away from us.
She had waited the moment to go with her grand-parents to her favourite place where she would be as free as a bird.
She was even prepared that her mama won't be accompanying her in this journey.
But, the very next day she realised that she was missing her mother and cried inconsolably over the phone.
Guilt surrounded me as I heard her trembling voice; mind had already started making arrangements as how to and when to get her back.
But S asked that we wait, she would defintely need some time to get settled.
So we did.
The next few days, she missed her mother only in the evenings.
After a week she got the company of 'friends' and now she hardly has any time to talk to us.
She seems to be 'busy' (as she uttered these words when asked to talk to us) with her peers all the time.
Now, that all my guilt has flown away I am only concerned about the days when she will be back in Hyd., playing with her usual toys, working with her books and confining herself to the four walls inside the house.
