First stage:-12.30pm. Swiss air, enroute from Zurich to Barcelona.

1 month and 18 days. That’s exactly the time since I last saw them.

I do see them on face time but it’s not real as real can be. 

I miss every small detail of their face. Right from the first days of their arrival. From the slimy face new born to the clean scrubbed, tomato like red infant faces after a massage and a bath. That went even redder(if it’s possible.) like a throbbing pulsating heart when they cried. To the peaceful pink cheeks and a marshmallow mouth when they slept. The sunshine yellow in their vibrant smiles and sparkling eyes.

I miss the little faces smeared with food. The vibgyor fingers. Coloured out of the lines and more on hands. Those grubby faces after a long evening playing in the park, and the scraped elbows and knees. The angry purple faces after a fight and a crimson pride that used to settle on it. I miss the dirty brown hands and feet. A tanned chocolate face with sweat trailing down the sides cupping the face after a foot ball match….. the graphite smeared fingers to ink splattered thumbs as they progressed from primary to secondary. The absolute ethereal blush of their first crush. I miss the walnut brown of they’re eyes which became fierce black when they were on the field. The thick shapely eyebrows and dense lashes casting shadows on their cheeks.I miss the sweaty smelly hair growing against gravity.(like Bart Simpson.) Their beautiful hands. One’s like Buddha fingers curved and the others chewed nails. I miss their runny pug noses red like an apple after much blowing. And those ears….. big big ears. Like Ganpati Bappa’s and Mr.Spock’s. I miss seeing their lips move to songs, beautiful arched of my elder one and an irresistible pout of my little one. Straight lines when grim and tight when angry and liberal smiles and filling laughs baring double teeth(canines). I miss seeing their foreheads wide and bright with pride and honesty. I miss the long neck that holds my sunshine above the rest and the young but muscular shoulders and a very cute butt that supports a spine taller than my younger ones age. I miss seeing their faces silent with hurt or pain and gallantly blooming laughter blossoming their faces. 

I miss seeing them,touching them,holding them tight. I miss their rib crushing hugs and their heads lying in my lap. I even miss the annoying arrogance and arguments of their teens. I miss squashing and crushing their gorgeous faces with kisses they’re now embarrassed of.

God I miss them so……..

Living away from my babies has easily been the toughest part of my being….. This intercontinental diversity of a body and heart are no fun. I live here while my life resides across the globe. 

But finally I was going to see them today…… It was a surprise for them. They were not expecting me. Just the thought of seeing them saw me through these 49 days, 10 hours of flying and 6 hours of lay over….I kept wondering how would they react???and prayed they react as excitedly and exuberantly rather than the “I’m a cool dude.” Swag. But irrespective of how they would react I knew I would be complete again today.