Back to Kolkata

 Dear Readers,


It's been long time. I couldnt write blog as I was shifting from Mumbai. And, yes I am back to Kolkata after 5 long years!
Initially, I was apprehensive about the shift because of many reasons. I was not sure if we would be getting the same facilities like those in Mumbai. Not only lifestyle and availability of things, several things are different here - medical facilities, education system, people & their thought process.
But today when I see my daughter is playing happily with my parents who have so many grey hairs, wrinkled skin - I feel this shift was the need of the hour. After returning back I suddenly felt how much old my parents have grown and how much sense of security or strength they get after seeing me living close by in the same city.
I never understood their thought process till I became a parent myself. When I think about my future now I foresee doing things together with my daughter, I want to live close to her not because I want to control her or intrude in her life but because I want to feel rooted, grounded and be assure of her happiness and well being. It is overwhelming to see my next generation playing with my previous generation. And this makes me feel complete.
One day, I was having a conversation with my husband on living close to parents. He was saying, "It's very important to feel loved unconditionally. Many people might like you or feel affectionate towards you but the unconditional love that you get from your parents are the treasure of our lives. This will give you strength and confidence."
I realised this after coming back to the city. I am not saying staying outside hometown is a bad thing, most of us are outside our hometown for living and enjoying independence - free from parental control & emotional drama.
But as time pass by, I have realised may be that stage has arrived when I dont want to leave my parents alone, I dont want to keep them waiting for the entire day just for a phone call of mine or I dont want them to wait for my office schedule to get free so that I can take a flight to reach them in time of need.
We earn to live and not the otherway round. If I cannot spend time with my family (which not only includes my husband & kid but also my parents and in laws) then whats the use of all these years of education?! Havent we spend 21 years giving exams just to have a good life?
And, for me good life means having the luxury to be able to spend happy time with family and people who are close to me. What's your idea of good life?

Waiting for your answers,
With love,
Twisa.



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