My days in Purnia this time are numbered. I came for a few days but I cannot stay even for a week. My maternal grandfather is I’ll so my parents and I have to move to Dankuni back again. What to do?
As memories of my childhood flush back and looks at me through my grown up face, there is a quiet yearn for my childhood days. My unckes and aunts whom we have missed come back as a storm in my memory. It is like a strong wave crashing through the shores. O how I miss my people. All my prayers go out for them.
As I came to Purnia, my eyes searched the doors and gates of my neighbours, all known faces, some new, but all wonderful. We have such beautiful conversations here, all day from morning till night. Conversations of Swami Vivekananda, motivational talks and many guided conversations which are very healthy. My uncle has also come down from Jodhpur. He is also taking part in his business dealings and friendships here. I have friends here too, mostly married. Well, I’m not married yet, so pressure of not getting married, catches on.
I need to stay focussed, but I love that my friends are married and have children too. Oh! I’m an aunt. How lucky! I love the way my friends veer the conversation about my life to a very positive space. It deals with specially economic independence which I don’t have. It’s all my doing. After leaving my job after 4 months in Chennai, I barely took to writing. Leaving my job was a Big mistake. Big, in capital letters.
What to say now! After spending a few years of pondering, I opened my first blog at wordpress. It’s a helpful site. So, I’m still dealing with it. I’m taking one step at a time. Blogging becoming my passion slowly and steadily. I love to write and mostly, my writings are targeted in fashion. So I know the nitty gritties of working in fashion journalism although I have no education in the field.
So, some hot tea greeted us at Purnia. Here, thankfully my internet is working. My house looked up at me and I felt taller than before, although my height stopped increasing a few years ago. That time doors seem to fit and buildings seem smaller than before. It has happened to me.
So, of all the positive conversations and visiting friends, I have become a little more happier than before. While writing this, my mind veered or diverted towards the song sung by Ed Sheeran, Happier. Nice song, silly people all happy. I end this chapter on a happy note this diwali.