It is like taking off the most snug, comfy old nightwear and slipping into a stiff, trim and maybe a bit fashionable office wear. You know you should like it still you can't. You know it will be easier this way, still you feel like clinging to the odd comfort of the weathered clothing. You see the beautiful surrounding, love it and yet remember the secure grey compound.
I have shifted into a bigger place and am learning to love it, trying to forget the old cozy flat which fitted us perfectly when we arrived here from Mumbai.
"It is huge," I remember saying, when I arrived on our second floor flat, that day six years back. It certainly was huge when you have lived in Mumbai for long.
It was to this flat that I came four months heavy with my younger one, loaded with dreams and some disappointment too being confronted by the depressing colourless sandy landscape, the first sight when the plane touched down on the tarmac at Doha.
But it was from here that I started to develop as a person, be more than a wife or a mother, be a person with some thoughts or opinions of my own.
Now as I leave the flat, I take some memories and shed some junk collected on the way. I keep my memories safe, to take out, dust through and refresh occasionally with my kids and mostly K, while the junk, I leave aside happily, to collect some more in the new place…
As I shuffled down the stairs weighed down by luggage in both hands, I remembered how I had climbed down these very stairs, on the verge of delivery, just hours before N was born. And how I climbed back, sore and tired yet a proud mom, the second-time around, the very next day, with Amma behind holding her newest grandchild then…
How we had a huge office party, (one of the last times we did those), the fun and the games that we had. How we gathered so many families together for dinner and even in the cramped space, had a really wonderful time…
Now, as I drive to the new place, I hope I will have happier enriching times with friends and family…
With this I hope my hiatus from blogging is lifted and I can write freely and openly...
11 comments:
So beautifully written Sindhu....I cd visualise everything u were saying:-)).
Congrats....soon u will get used to this place also and new memories will be made here.
Cheers!!!! And good to see u back!!!!
it did resonate somewhere down... for a person who has shifted like one pees, memories have been rewritten many times over... but did like the bit about Mumbai (i know what it means to have lived there)and developing as a person...
very emotional memories..they are always with homes...
Congrats for going into a bigger home!
Wishing you a very happy timne over there!
I 2nd reflections this is such a well written piece :)
And shifting always leave a part of you in the old place and if you have good memories associated with the place it is more difficult :)
But wish you many more new memories in the new place :)
beautifully written sindhu. nice detailing and descriptions. you should send it for your course...
congrats on moving to a new place...ya happy memories will stay with u and now u can create new ones at the new place... :)
Thank you all, it feels good to be back...and V, yes, I will...
Beautifully expressed,Sindhu. Congratulations on the move. Wish you,K ,Kavya & Nayna all the happiness in the new house :)
Great to have you back in the blogosphere :)
hey welcome back. i thought you had given up on blogging.
...and I so glad you came back....sad that I missed welcoming you then..but here we are again....so hugssss :)..what about pictures of the new place?
Mahesh, I didnt have the time, but I felt it will improve my writing skills, if I keep writing, so putting the effort!
And welcome back to you too, Colours!
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