Sitting on my bed, I am retrospecting how have I transitioned from an immature cry baby to a mature, more understanding, less emotional woman (Umm.. woman does not sound good to me, but I accept that I have grown up!). Living a life in a place that is still strange to me makes me wonder how strong and tolerant I have become through the years.
After the 4 years of undergrad, there began yet another new phase. And this phase started at a new place. It was farther than what my hostel was from home. This phase is another story in itself. I will love to write about it. Some other time. But the point is , a midst complaining, struggling, laughing, enjoying, spending money and a lot of other things, I learnt a lot. A lot about dealing with situations. A lot about acting independently. The “dependence” syndrome did not die though. I made sure to call up my parents at least 5 times a day and let them know everything I did . And I called them not just to inform them about what I did. But implicitly, it was to make sure that I am doing the right thing! Making sure I am doing the wise thing!
And here, today, I am in an entirely different time zone from theirs. My comfort zone seldom exists. I miss grumbling. I miss throwing tantrums. But the invisible connection that links me to them is quite strong. It helps me survive! It eases my troubles. I hate having grown up. But I guess we all need to grow up. Because even if we grow up and add one to our age each year, we still are kids for our parents. And I love carrying the single child symptoms around. I am still dependent. On myself.
This is how we all grow up as a person. Build a niche for ourselves. Learn through the phases in life. And at times sit and retrospect! Just to connect the dots in the sky!