Worried

I know I shouldn't be. But I am.

If I tell this to you on the phone, you will probably get mad at me or you will tell me what an idiot I am for worrying about something not really worth worrying about (and what would my worrying accomplish anyway, you would add).

So, I won't say any of this on the phone. You are probably having a really good time anyway, and there is no point in spoiling it all with the thoughts of an idiot boyfriend. I'll just put it here, where there is no chance of you seeing it for a few more days. By then, you would be back and I would worry much less. Why? I don't know. Its not as if this a safer city than the one where you presently are.

The unsafe trains. The slippery terrain for the trek. The incessant rains. The treacherous mountains. The not-so-trustworthy autowallahs. The mob in local trains.

Whatever. If its there, I can worry about it. I even had a nightmare last night, but I would rather forget it.

For all I know, anything can go wrong. And then there is the Murphy's law.

I know its pointless to psychoanalyse oneself, but I think what I really worry about is myself. If something happens to you, what will happen to me? But again, I try not to ask such questions.

I miss you. I want you back here as soon as possible. And may be a little sooner than that.

Love..