A home away from home,
A life very new from the one I lived
Friends so different from the once I loved
Discovering new people, new roles and strengths,
I am glad I came this far from my mother land.
I never gave a serious thought to living away from home. I
never really imagined that that will ever be needed. I am a girl who always
prioritized family over friends, and so never really knew how it would be to
live so far away from one.
I am writing today not because the life with parents is
easy, there were always other things to worry about then. But writing today
because living away from home has been a different (and till now cherished) experience
altogether.
A bucket of regrets from the past
A string of memories of the bygones
Whole lot of loves that never materialized
Keeping myself strong in those soul crushing nights
All left behind, I am glad I came this far from my beloved
land
The city that I am living in is pretty awesome in a lot of
senses. Totally scary autowallas, traffic jam packed roads (awfully polluted
ones at that). But “Mah LYf MaH RuLezZ” truly makes sense here. People are less
judgmental, they are freer, they are “work hard and party harder” kind of
people. Or the fact is that there are just more people of my age category.
Probably it is all of this, or it is that I just became a
free bird, with no restriction of timelines whatsoever, because hey “I just
discovered the Ola Cab App”. That, and the fact that all the places from the
troublesome, full of not so wonderful memories, distracting past are far away.
And all the complex equations just dissolved due to the distance. All the “log
kya sochenge” after a failed effort, though still are there, are very far away
now.
Those strangely comforting words from a loving Dad
Those "I'll slap you if you'll cry again" handholds from a strong mother
Those surprise chocolates from a very thoughtful brother
Those mature lectures from a younger sister (Is she smart or is she smart!)
All of it cherished, I am glad I have them in this faraway land
I am happy, parents are happier that I am getting to work
hard. I had counted on few people to be family in a sans family city, but I
found the emotional independence before I even got there(I am discovering more
of it). I realized a lot of other great strengths
1. I can shop for Groceries, as perfectly as my
parents did.
2. I can keep a neat home, as meticulously neat as
unknown gnomes kept my previous one
3. I can negotiate with maids, and electricians and
plumbers and ...
4. I clean my own laundry, and then iron
it.
5. I can manage mornings without Mom having to bark
out my name
6. I can manage to fall ill without cribbing about
it to parents.
7. I can love my siblings better than when I was
with them
8. I can survive without Maggi and Ma.
9. I can.
I am sure everybody else can do it too and not feel the need
to write about it or feel extremely happy about it. Maybe because either they
can’t write, or they don’t feel happy about it, or both (get the pun? No, ok!)
But yay I am happy, and yay that I am writing a happy blog
after so long. And yay I have finally learnt to gather good people around me.
And yay I have overcome the rotten past. And yay to awesome room-mates (You two make the dinner time a look forward to event) and yay to awesome team-mates
(only few of them). Yay to Ola cabs (I wasn’t paid to advertise), and yay to my
new company (It feels awesome to work for you AND crib about it to parents) and yay to an extreme satisfaction of finding a home away from home.
