Shifting base for a person who’s been pampered and looked after all her life was not dat easy. But den nobody promised me dat Life was going to be easy.
So off I came to Delhi without worrying about surviving all alone. My mom put a brave front only bcos she never wanted me to feel dat due to her I cud not do what I wanted in Life.
Its been 8 months now dat I’m in dis city. But the plethora of emotions nd experiences I have gone thru have been phenomenal. Rite from searching a place for myself, to finally finding one, not forgetting the in between stop overs, especially a month spent in a small hell hole. Trust me, it was one of the most creepiest experiences ever.
But the whole ‘finding a place’ experience was great. Dere I was on the streets all by myself , going from door 2 door, luking for a PG sign, getting excited to c 1,nd being disillusioned aftr cumng out frm dere.
Setting up my room, kitchen with all the usual nitty gritties, buying vegetables, masalas, utensils, the works was overwhelming to say the least.
From not having to lift a finger at my place, this transition was definitely something. But the thing that amazed me was that it didn’t bother me. Instead of cribbing thru it, I just silently went thru it.
Wat did bother me was the absence of my family, friends. I did not give myself the privilege to think about it. I suppressed every thought which led me to the life I had.
But I guess everyone breaks at sum point or the other. I did too.
Lying in my moms lap on her visit here made me question a lot of things, so did my niece’s crying on the ph cos she just wanted me to be dere vth her. It made me question my decision, it made me introspect my level of contentment, it made me question the quality of life dat I was leading.
Not dat I did not know, dat all dis wud happen wen I shift base to another city. But the possibility of my social life touching ground zero wasn’t dat evident.
From being surrounded by my family nd surviving the constant bullying by my brothers, to meeting up vth friends on a regular basis nd going out to wherever we wanted, it was all down to the silence provided by my room.
I dreaded the “no where to go, no body to meet feeling after office”. I longed to be vth my family, meet up vth my friends, go to places where I felt at home, where I belonged.
And while I was nd still kind of am, goin thru dis, I found unconditional support.
Unwavering support by the person whos pretty much responsible for making me stick to my decision, for making me see light at the end of tunnel, for keeping me sane by constant companionship, for just being dere by my side cum wat may ,for just letting me know dat angels do exist on planet earth.
But dis support just doesn’t end at one person.I was fortunate enuf to stumble upon more. My faith dat I’ve been blessed vth gud people in life was reinstated.
This other support pulled me thru my toughest phases, tuk care of me like my family wud hav, got hurt wen I was hurt,nd never ever let me down. The selflessness dat I came across is hard to find in todays day nd age.
Last but not the least my “Roomie” .Now hes one naïve soul in the world. Far far away from typical Delhi traits (wich I loathe beyond limits).His one liners make my day nd cheer me up, no matter how low I’m. Dere are no pretence games to be played, no office politics to indulge in. And I can proudly brag dat hes partly from my state only (now u know d reason for him being so genuine in life).
Saying Thanks to you guys wud be like insulting you. Thanks is a trivial word for your respective presence in my life.
Ur footprints in my life is wat I will always treasure!!!U lift my feet up wen my own wings were having trouble remembering how to fly.
