MOVING OUT, TEACHES
MOVING ON
12 years have passed by, but even today I go into retrospect
of being a 2nd grader, whenever I go there. ‘Garden Estate’, my
former home. A complex of roughly 13-15 buildings, somewhere in Thane. There
were three magnificent gardens. There were swings with whom I had a connection.
The air in that complex had the aroma of my childhood in it. That was home,
still is. Today when I go to that place just to visit and meet old friends and
family, a mixed feeling of happiness, of being there and feeling of grief, of
not being there.
That place has an aura of being attached. After four years
of living there, my family and I shifted back to Mumbai. I was intentionally kept
unknown of the fact of us moving out, because it would have broken me down.
Eventually it did. I cried my eyes out after made acquainted to the fact that
we no longer would be staying at Garden Estate. That was the first big blow I
had received in my life that took a very long time to digest.
I somehow tried getting accustomed to the new life. I made a
new friend in the building, he reminded me of my friends at Garden Estate; but
fate wasn't done with me yet, this time he shifted from the Mumbai to Dehradun.
I was just almost getting out of one trauma, when life threw another one right
in my face. I still gathered some hope and made friends in 5th
grade, hoping they wouldn't leave me out of the blue. Fortunately, they didn't.
I shifted another couple of times but never felt the same as
I had felt when I shifted from Garden Estate. Shifting from one house to
another house, was actually moving out of a home to an unknown place that you
would have to start getting used to call it your new home. This moving out
taught me to handle the most difficult situations in life, to let go of people,
things, situations. This behaviour of mine was misunderstood by my friends, who
called me unemotional, stone-hearted, detached and impassive, but I sure as
hell am not wholly responsible for that behaviour.
