The thought of vacation has always conjured up the image of 'India'. Forests and mountains; rains and the waves; grandparents who pamper me, aunts, uncles and cousins; festivals and functions and oh so much catching up to do; the sight of animals crossing the roads with us; the rickshaws and the best of the lot - no school. It had never crossed my mind that some day, that same world would force me to stand on my own shaky feet.
Leaving home was an inevitable step, but that fact never completely hit me or was understood by me till the day I actually left home. In the eyes of the world, I was 18 by then, and should have been ready to fend for myself. But I felt like a newborn. The fact that, if I didn't go for dinner before the mess closed, no one would even realize it and that there wasn't a mom to save me food for later may sound simple but definitely didn't feel so. Having to wash my own clothes, maintain money in my wallet, see that I don't run out of supplies, find transportation every time I wanted to go somewhere and just the plain, simple task of maintaining records and papers, all seemed so big. All so new. All so different. All so cold.
The completely different surroundings that I have been thrown into makes me look at everything as a brand new phenomenon. These little happenings have prompted me to put it down on paper. Which is what I intend to do here. This blog contains just the overflowing thoughts of a freewheeling mind.
