A Romance with Yarra Valley
So it’s been two weeks I have been in Melbourne. The environment has been cheerful since the beginning but homesickness has gradually begun to creep up on me. In all honesty, I could have avoided that easily had I agreed to go on the trip my colleagues have planned for this weekend. It was really nice of them to invite me even, considering how I usually keep to myself at work. In any case, here I am, in my clear-cut studio apartment waiting for the minute clock hand to finally strike 12. At 9 here, it’s still too early in India, but my mom never needed an alarm clock to wake up at 4 am, sharp! I too am a morning person, in a home that's in hustle at 5 am, there was no way to be otherwise. However, I always needed a gentle shake from my mom to wake me up. Back home, it was ridiculous why she would wake me up even when I didn't have or trip to prepare for. I asked her for the same, requesting to let me sleep in at least on the weekends. To this, she always replied, ‘It