First-Time Woes: Part 3
If you have missed out on the prequels, here are the links:
Part 1: https://medium.com/@parvthymohan/first-time-woes-part-1-22bf4bcc6555
Part 2: https://medium.com/@parvthymohan/first-time-woes-part-2-1d948b90c42
Amidst the roller coaster ride, winter chills have transformed into the summer heat. Curling up into a ball inside warm blankets transitioned into rooms with lingering warmth in the night from the day. We got warned of the hotter days yet to come.
By the way, we have got used to the 50 varieties of dal in the PG. They come in different shades of yellow- from pale plain version to coriander-garnished version to the thick orangish curry that is difficult to be distinguished from sambar! Well, 50 is an exaggeration, but sure they do have varieties! The pomegranates I’d eye on in the supermarket remind me of the ones I’d make Acha peel for me.
On random Sundays, music flows in from the neighboring room. She has been taking her Carnatic music classes during weekends, and those are her practice sessions before the class. For the disturbed mind, it is nothing less than bliss to listen to it. Further, it’s interesting when PG inmates unite over maid issues and share her robbery stories.
Every time, I listen to my music playlist, I find them more meaningful. The song ‘Iktara’ feels closer to heart than ever, except that this new-girl-in-the-city has not found her Sid yet! Now I watch Bangalore Days through Kuttan’s eyes alone. Haha!
Once upon a time, I used to look at elders and wonder if I’d ever learn to tie knots of the salwar pyjamas. I used to watch how my sisters lighted lamps with a matchstick and ignited stoves using the gas-lighter, and think when I would ever learn to. I used to constantly pester Amma, when I would be old enough to buy a lipstick or pierce the second stud. Over time, we’ve mastered the art. So will we, for everything else…
Isn’t adaptation a matter of time and necessity?
Meanwhile, let us make way through dusty places, try not to scream at mice, learn languages, and make new friends!
A good junior friend of mine told me this.
Sometimes all we need is someone to lend us ears without judging, ain’t it?
Thank you junior-friend!
I certainly don’t brag to be the “strong, independent, bold woman”. But, I am not exactly the same person I used to be before. A better version of me, I believe! So will it be, for every other soul out there :)
Thanks for reading!
~To Amma, Swathi Deepika Ravuri, and AK for asking me to write again. Thank you!
P.S: Opinions are strictly personal, and sometimes may conflict with yours. Do share your story too, I’m all ears :)
