Two years back when I stepped in Mumbai for my graduation I was very happy that finally I was getting opportunity to lead my life on my terms. I had been waiting for this opportunity since forever and finally I was getting that in my hand. It was like a dream come true for me. I was going to start my new life in ‘City Of Dreams’ and definitely my dreams and expectations were high like any normal person who comes to Mumbai until I got a reality check.
We youngsters think that life in house is so miserable it would have better if we had our own independent lives nobody to answer to, looked by no one. Sounds cool ?? yes it sounds cool but trust me life is not a bed of roses as it seems. In my journey of two years I have realized that our parents make our life so easy without even letting us know, that protective shelter we get in our home is available nowhere in this world.
Travelling in locals and cabs reminds me of those Cinderella days where pick up and drop facility was a provision from house available on one phone call where my parents like Cinderella’s God Mother would take care of my commuting.
Household chores were my Mom’s department and handling budget was my Dad’s but since the day I have shifted in hostel I have alone taken up their roles and in my life now things are under my control. I am the boss who decides what has to happen when and in what manner. Yes, I even had to learn to wash clothes, iron them and keep oneself organized which I never did back in my home
In a new city still when you fall sick your parents are not around you to take your care, to take you to a doctor or give you medicines for an instance. You alone go to a hospital and look after yourself that is the time when you realize your parent’s importance you miss them the most, want to run back to that environment where you were pampered like a princess . Then you decide not to because it was your decision to stay strong in every situation.
We all have very different habits when it comes to eating. We hate that boring food cooked by our mothers but ones when you start staying in hostel or as a paying guest and you don’t get good food to eat then definitely you miss home food which your Mother with her entire love and affection use to cook especially for you. Then you hog on whatever comes your way irrespective of the taste it has, everything is okay till its edible .
Being a pampered child I only shared room with my sister but here I learnt to stay with people coming from different backgrounds. It wasn’t only about sharing I learned to adjust with their habits as well. It wasn’t easy to cope up with everything but it wasn’t difficult as well. I learned a lot and still I am learning something different everyday but after this journey of two years I can say that I have changed from Daddy’s daring daughter to an independent hostel girl.
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