Its weird that even after years and years and more years..I feel an immense sense of reassurance and comfort in his voice. The hello makes me feel like the world is ok..no matter how bad I messed up, that I will survive. Love transpires over the years...eventually it becomes more than our selves, a higher body that becomes our shield. Its a gift that the universe gives us for the years of sacrifice, patience and commitment. Its great to have the gift...its my most prized possession.
The Importance of Being Lost
My annual trips to India include a sojourn to Pune where I spent 10 very formative years of my life - the early two being life changing. It is here that my parents, puzzled about what to do with my life as well as some sincere intentions to give me worldly education, sent me to board and educate myself at the nationally revered Fergusson College in Pune. I was all of 15 when I said goodbye to everything stable in my life - mom's food, dad being at my beck and call, friends and plays, the television, and my bed. I was the center of my universe as well as two other people who I served as the life purpose for. And now I was one of many many girls living up to the rules of an dictator like elderly couple who hated anything developed post 1985. Queuing up every night to receive a spatula full of lentil and rice and the much in demand buttermilk, I doubted my existence. I shared the room with two other girls who clearly despised my because of my always somber disposition....
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