The last time I packed a bag was 5 months ago, almost to the date. I packed one again. No desire, no aversion just one foot in front of another as I travelled to a place a hundred metres away but so, so far away from a person I used to be.
The bag is the same and while putting things in it, I found a hotel tag reminding me of a sunny March. A spring when I soaked in the sun and enjoyed a lazy swim, watching buffaloes in the fields nearby. Back then, the bag held gorgeous sarees, a book or two and swimwear.
Today, it held yoga props, books, a couple of tees and shorts and my trusty old laptop. Come to think of it, I could roam the world with just this much.