For the past three years, we have been lucky to have Hari’s school bus stop right in front of our house. No such luck any more though. The bus stop has moved to the end of the street. My gripe is not so much about the distance as much about the other changes it entails. I miss our morning routine of playing ball with Hari while waiting for the bus. I miss having Ram excitedly wave goodbye at the school bus. I feel restless on days that I am not able to pick Hari from the stop due to work related commitments.
Ah, well, nobody said change is easy.