Hey there, lovely readers! 🌼

Shabana Mukhtar is back with today’s daily prompt: What have you been putting off doing? Why?

The art of procrastination—a skill I’ve honed to near perfection, especially when it comes to something I’ve been putting off for far too long: going back to Pune. But why, you ask? Well, let’s embark on this journey of hesitation and heartfelt reasons.

The Temptation of Independence

You see, the idea of living alone is undeniably tempting. The allure of complete freedom, the joy of crafting my own daily routine (or, let’s be honest, the delightful lack of one), and the sheer independence of it all have their undeniable charm. But, there’s always a “but,” isn’t there?

The House That Needs Me

This house, my home, it beckons with a silent plea. It’s not just a structure; it’s a repository of memories, a sanctuary of comfort, and a place where family bonds are nurtured. I feel a deep connection to every nook and cranny, every creaky floorboard, and every familiar scent that wafts through its rooms.

A Light in the Darkness

Now, here’s where things take an unexpected turn. I stumbled upon an Islamic guideline that frowns upon a woman traveling alone if her intent is to stay at her destination for three or more days. A revelation that sent shivers down my spine and gave rise to anxiety attacks at the mere thought of solo travel.

The very notion of embarking on a journey alone, living alone, and being far from the comforting embrace of home began to feel like an insurmountable challenge. The anxiety loomed large, casting shadows on what should have been a straightforward decision.

But fear not, for there is light at the end of this tunnel of trepidation. My brother, my ever-supportive sibling, has agreed to accompany me on this journey. He is my mehram, and travelling with mehram is allowed. With his presence, the anxiety begins to dissipate, and the path forward becomes clearer.

Home is Where the Heart Is: The Tale of a Reluctant Return

So, dear readers, it seems that my long-delayed return to Pune might finally be on the horizon. The house that needs me, the Islamic guidance, and the unwavering support of family have all converged to guide me on this path.

In this tale of reluctance and resilience, I’ve learned that home is not just a place; it’s a feeling, a connection, and a responsibility. And sometimes, the act of going back can be an act of profound love and devotion. So, with gratitude in my heart and my brother by my side, I prepare to answer the call of home and embark on a journey that is both personal and meaningful. Here’s to the adventures that await on the road back to Pune. 🏡❤️🛤️

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