Mysore Mayhem- Part 8

I looked up to press the floor only to have my frail finger be pushed into the button. I wish I hadn't turned to see who the brute was coz I saw that face again. The one of my discomfort, the cause of all the internal turmoil and mayhem in my mind was there,right in front of me. He mumbled a quick sorry before removing his finger off mine and walked out heading towards the tables where breakfast was served.

I was left in a state of shock,relief and confusion that I hadn't noticed the lift doors closing. I let myself go up again. A walk suddenly didnt seem all that tempting now.

The only thing which struck me was that I have to go home.NOW.
It didnt matter if there were still places I had to see or things I had to buy, I had to go home.

I waited till my aunt and uncle came back to the room. I sat quietly through their breaking down my cousin's marks,through their scrutiny of where he could have done better and how,through their comparison of his marks to his peers and cousins (sadly including me). When they finally started planning the trip for the next day, I raised my concern. I told them I wanted to go home. Only because I miss my parents. Nope. No way am I telling them Im psyched by a stranger. Finally after an hour of debating,phone calls and the likes I got a ticket to go back home.

Home sweet home. My haven. My heaven.