It was around
2.5 years back. I was very upset. After all I had to leave Vadodara, a place
that saw me growing from an infant to a grown up, from a daughter to a
mother.
So with a heavy
heart I moved to Delhi. Having heard about innumerable crimes occurring daily
in Delhi I thought of it as a different world altogether. Weeks passed in total
isolation with me shutting up myself in my home. Every time the doorbell rang I
thought there was a criminal out there. Looking back, I just laugh at my apprehensions.
Weather didn’t suit us either and my four year old landed up in hospital and on
ventilator for one night. But there was more to come and a year passed in
fighting with situations, some of which were life changing.
But then what
was the use of complaining? In small steps I learned to adjust to change;
climate, place, people and situations, but the process of changing wasn't useless, it never is. I promised myself I will accept life as it comes. I
learnt different perspectives. Delhi is a place that will force you to open
up, get out of your comfort zone and speak up for yourself. It was a process of
growing up and constant learning for me and so as seasons passed I started
liking the place and its people.
And just as I
mingled with the place, things changed. We had to move back to Vadodara. Was I
happy or sad? I don’t know but moving from one state to another with two kids
and one just 6 months old was not easy. But then I reminded myself the promise
I made to myself – accept life as it comes, so I prepared myself for my 6th
house shifting in last 7 years. I am now all set in Vadodara, not really eager
but ready for my next shifting.
Looking back, Delhi
gave me some lessons, some memories, some good friends and my most precious gift,
my son Aryan who just turned 7 months. But most importantly it taught me tough
time makes us tougher. So a big thanks to Delhi before I say goodbye Delhi.
