I’ve spent a good part of the last three years cribbing and screaming…
Cribbing about the fact that I’m leading a sad life miles away from my folks, that I don’t have a maid who understands my language, that I don’t have a cook who can prepare Bengali delicacies for me (stuffs that I so long for…), that I don’t have a plush enough job to pay for a world tour etc. The list is just indicative and not exhaustive.
And yeah, screaming about having to do the daily activities that have been mentioned in my previous blog.
But, now that I’m left all by myself in my cozy flat with nobody to complain about, things don’t seem too rosy either.
I miss the pickups and drops to and from office, I miss the occasional surprise breakfasts that I truly cherished, I miss the pillow fights (that have existed all the while) and the real ones too, I miss the well-stocked refrigerator with fresh grocery, I miss the skewed dependency curve, I miss the companionship and most of all I miss those little imperfections that I always picked on, happily ignoring my own…On hind sight, I realize that I had grown too used to these things in the last few years to let them go.
The rosier side of things is that I’m trying to build back my self-sufficiency in leading a life all by myself. I’m learning that being ‘alone’ does not mean being ‘lonely’ and I’m discovering the joy of spending time with myself and on myself… or am I?
But, no matter what, the cons seem to outweigh the pros. Leading a life with my folks in my city is no more the same…The soft warm bed seems too cold when I crash on it after a hectic day at work and even the lonely coffee table makes me feel so blue!! I’m dearly missing you…
