for full five years, I had been away from home for my studies and work at the Indian Institute of Technology, Madras. Considering that I had shifted from Trivandrum to Chennai, approximately 850 km between neighbouring state capitals. it wasn't a great deal. However I knew, it would be epic, epic in no way I had ever known.
True to my dreams, my 5 year stint at Chennai was epic. It changed me, my thoughts, my dreams, my principles and values, my beliefs, my frinds, my rights and wrongs... kind of changed me completely. If I were to quote a friend's flattering remarks, I was transformed to one fine woman, who was ready to take on the world, from being a childish girl who sat next to him during college days. I am definitely happy for the changes, though the changes happened as a result of the good and bad days I had. Yes, the bad days and events were equally significant. It was those same transformations that let me leave all things dear and easy and come back to Trivandrum, stay with my parents, face all the insecurities and fears from which I had been running away all these while. I had the courage, the will, but still my emotions were raw and immature, which made me pay hefty price at times. still, I moved on, facing the flow at my will.
The trip back to Trivandrum with a cartload of my belongings was not eventful, except for the regular smirks n scoldings from my dad who hated to see my ever-growing collection of never-to-be-disposed stuff. I can't help it, I am a natural hoarder, and I always have anything that anyone needs at home, things insignificant as a small piece of lac.
I had come back to help my mom and my aunt, who were both ill at the time. Also, my brother was about to leave the comforts of the home to the freedom of a bachelor life with a job at an MNC. I knew it was getting hard for my parents to survive without at least one of us near them, although we siblings always had a daily tiff with our parents. Against all sensible advice from all sincere friends I came back to my home, my coccon, and to deal with all its mess
True to my dreams, my 5 year stint at Chennai was epic. It changed me, my thoughts, my dreams, my principles and values, my beliefs, my frinds, my rights and wrongs... kind of changed me completely. If I were to quote a friend's flattering remarks, I was transformed to one fine woman, who was ready to take on the world, from being a childish girl who sat next to him during college days. I am definitely happy for the changes, though the changes happened as a result of the good and bad days I had. Yes, the bad days and events were equally significant. It was those same transformations that let me leave all things dear and easy and come back to Trivandrum, stay with my parents, face all the insecurities and fears from which I had been running away all these while. I had the courage, the will, but still my emotions were raw and immature, which made me pay hefty price at times. still, I moved on, facing the flow at my will.
The trip back to Trivandrum with a cartload of my belongings was not eventful, except for the regular smirks n scoldings from my dad who hated to see my ever-growing collection of never-to-be-disposed stuff. I can't help it, I am a natural hoarder, and I always have anything that anyone needs at home, things insignificant as a small piece of lac.
I had come back to help my mom and my aunt, who were both ill at the time. Also, my brother was about to leave the comforts of the home to the freedom of a bachelor life with a job at an MNC. I knew it was getting hard for my parents to survive without at least one of us near them, although we siblings always had a daily tiff with our parents. Against all sensible advice from all sincere friends I came back to my home, my coccon, and to deal with all its mess
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