🙋♀️Hi everyone, was very busy lately with moving and packing all over again in less than 12 months. So here I am with the recital of my life’s relocation.
Life is constant movement. The only constant is change. The only routine is to stick to change. I relocated my roof for the 7th time in 7 years, and reluctantly redid my place of residence!🤷♀️
Change is the law of life. And those who look only to past or present are certain to miss the future. – John. F. Kennedy.
Throughout my growing up years my parents focussed on keeping us, sisters, in one perfect city for the sake of good education and splendid opportunities. My schooling, undergraduation and postgraduation all happened in one city- my utopian beautiful City!!. My affectionate mom was always home to welcome us with her warmth and her mouth watering dishes. Her lovely smile and her sumptuous food would drive all the day’s stress away. Even though my dad did a lot of travelling in all kinds of weather to all kinds of places, near and far, as he was in a transferable job. But we, the awesome twosome sisters, oblivious to anything, had one hell of a time!, growing up in this nice tranqil beautiful City.👭
Then love happened 💑and I married a young dashing handsome guy, my senior in college, who originally hailed from a faraway agrarian hinterland. Visit to his hinterland was my first experience at life away from my beautiful City. But young and enthusiastic we found residency in hospitals in my favourite City and shifted to the hostel condo.🏥
It was convenient and fun and private. Just like the two of us had wanted. Late night snacks, Practical pranks, lots of awkward mess and lots of merriment.
Then pregnancy happened. 🤰And unable to bear the stress of nausea and uneasiness I returned to the warm nest and shelter of my loving mother, who happily accommodated the two of us.🏘
It was the most blissful winter of my life. My house was at a convenient walking distance from the busy market with all varieties of Indian, Chinese and Continental snacks and the peaceful luscious gardens. I feasted to my hearts delight and then enjoyed the blossoming flowers and bouncing butterflies.
The birth of my first born and the 6 month maternity holidays was the best time of my life! But like all good things must come to an end, It could not last forever. Slowly and solemnly, we moved out onto a rented dwelling with our mischievous toddler.👪
The house, owned by an old meticulous Sardar uncle, had its own advantages of a beautiful mango tree in the backyard, but the summers were difficult with water woes and his constant interference!!
As the rents in this beautiful City were steeply rising and our demand for space increasing as I got expecting for the second time, we had to leave my favourite City behind and move to the high rising towns mushrooming around it.🌃
We were getting accustomed to high rise flats and high society gimmicks; when a bigger opportunity and a fatter pay check happened. And we shifted to another City, now 100kms faraway from my original City. But as in any job, the only growth is to not get stagnated at one place and shift profiles. Hence we relocated again..🌇
Progress is impossible without change; and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
Slowly and steadily I am learnt new problems with that latest apartment like water woes and new problems with that City like traffic or electricity snarls, etc and day by day looked for new solutions as well. In all this process, I tried to be the delightful mommy to my two kids.👩👦👦 Even though, I still waited for own mommy’s bimonthly visits to my place to fix my kitchen or rearrange my almirah.🏩
Always do your best. Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best and avoid regret.
Sometimes change was frightening and brought for me loads of work, stress and anxiety. My first impulse is to always resist it. But eventually, after a lot of coaxing and motivation by my husband! I come around. I look for opportunities to learn new things, find new neighbours and improve the way I work.
Finally, destiny bought me to another mystical faraway land, far away from the comforting presence of my parents. This land of many mysteries, of rising Sun and bainteous dawn! Land of wondrous rains and bounteous greens! The surroundings are exhilarating but there is silent suspense. I am yet to settle in. The boys have yet to begin their new school. And the sum of beautiful surprises along with problems and challenges are yet to spring up. But I am prepared.
I sometimes gingerly dream of owning one fixed changeless magnificent space in my City beautiful for myself. Not very grand, but modest and harmonious. I see myself doing elaborate gardening and creating an exquisite living space. I hang art paintings and have sophisticated articulate furniture. I put up a watershed outside my house, for men as well as animals.🏡
My surroundings may change; but my essence and personality will remain the same.
Eventually, after a lot of learning, I have submitted myself to this nomadic life style. After all, it has a great message of inclusiveness. All world is one. As the Great Gita emphasizes, we came onto this World empty handed and shall leave this world empty handed. So why cry over what you have lost, When it was never yours to begin with?!👌
You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons or the wind, but you can change yourself. That is something you have charge of.👍
Every place place I have stayed In, has now become a storeroom of exquisite memories and every habitation where I will next move to will see our celebration of the way of life.👀👅❤💥💫
My theory is that life is beautiful. Life doesn’t change. You have a day and a night, and a month and a year. We people change- we can be miserable or we can be happy. It’s what you make of your life. – Mohammed bin Rashid Al Makloum.