Last night I saw my husband off at the Bangalore airport. I kept waving him goodbye till I could see him very faintly and soon he was gone. I always found an array of emotions at the airport. Some smiling, gleaming faces waiting with excitement, some sore eyes bidding their dear ones goodbye. As I traveled back home, I couldnt but keep thinking about him. I came back home only to find it empty. Although my husband is very quiet this silence was almost deafening. I didnt realise when my eyes skipped a blink and many a winks. All night I kept dreaming about my dear husband. I woke up early to the birds chirping outside but something within me kept stopping me from getting up. It was almost that I didnt want to wake up to the reality that my husband was indeed gone for two weeks. As I rolled my eyes in bed, I missed the beautiful smile that woke me every morning. I missed the peck on my cheek wishing me good morning. Although I never fancied cooking, i missed going to the kitchen and making coffee for my husband, packing his lunch-box, giving him breakfast.