A month back I moved to this amazing city of Ahmedabad. I have been moving around a lot lately from Pune, Mangalore, Bangalore and now Ahmedabad and it seems that I have got the hang of it now. This time it was different though. I am working now in Teach For India. I am technically a working girl ( a woman?!) now! So no more college hostels and canteens and studying late night and bunking lectures ( I give lectures now! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ).

Ahmedabad is different in the sense that I have a lot more freedom ( a lot more responsibility!) here as I am staying in my own apartment ( my first task was to find a flatmate and an apartment… nailed it! ๐Ÿ˜€ ), trying to cook my own food (breakfast +dinner only! lunch=Tiffin!) , trying to juggle my hectic job and everything that comes with it. It’s practically like playing Ghar-ghar. Honest! I am just beginning to realise what kind of a person I am, in the sense that I can see myself doing household chores (with Lalita, my flatmate’s help, of course!), school work and everything else.

I am intrigued. Was I always like this? Did I ever think that one day I will actually get up at 5am and cook Poha with a smile on my face? That buying groceries will make me happy? That I will remember all the tiny things that I have heard my mother say and use them to increase my efficiency? ( For e.g. clean the dishes at night only, don’t leave them for the morning. No one wants to wake up to a sink filled with dirty plates! ) That I will call my mother for Khichadi-Upma-Poha-Sheera recipes? That inviting people for food will be my source of happiness? That I will worry about salty water and cleaning lady coming every alternate day? Phew!!

Living with Lalita, my flatmate is easy. She’s amazing. We get along and the flat feels like home now. Somehow after all these hostel years, living with a flatmate didn’t really scare me. I knew that it would be okay, if not great. (Touchwood!! Lalita’s awesome.) But all these other things that I have never experienced are turning out pretty well. I am the same old me, I still behave in the same way, (over)react in the same old way but something has changed, framework altered.

And I like it. I like it a lot. It somehow brings me peace, juggling with all of this.


P.S. Yes! There are people who I count on, there are people I trust… there are people I call my friends. They make it easier. ๐Ÿ™‚




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