I hear that you are leaving for India tomorrow.

A long flight on which you will take your slumber
travelling among the blue skies,
sleeping on cloud 9.
May you have the sweetest dream ever
and when you finally step on ground,
I wish you an adventure so vivid and satisfying,
that you'll come back and retell stories
and we'll have fun together, too.

This summer may be just beginning,
for you at least,
while the sun is going down for me.

May it be filled with mirth and
I bless you with every
single happiness you can ever
feel in every possible
moment.

Be safe, my dear friend,
for I love you so.