After a little more than a year, my mom has left Hyderabad and I am gonna be living alone again. As I was coming back from the railway station I started thinking about how things are going to be from now onwards.
I like using a bike for my travels than a car. I hate air-conditioned buses and trains. When I am inside them, I feel like an animal inside a cage, completely separated from the "real world". On a bike it's different: I am in the real world. I can feel the wind, I can feel the sun; there isn't anything between me and the world.
Managing/maintaining a house is a lot of work. Countless small small things to be taken care of pop up from nowhere. When I live with my mom, she takes care of many things for me. But now, I have to do everything by myself. When there is no water at home I have to go get it. Every week I have to get my laundry done, otherwise I will soon run out of clothes to wear. If I don't make any plans for my meals I'd have to stay hungry. And so on. For me, this feels like being in the real world. Nothing goes unnoticed. I have to work to earn every single necessity or comfort. I like real world!
One other thing about living alone is freedom. Quite often I'd take the bike and leave home. After getting on the road only I'd start thinking where I can go. When there's someone else living with me, I can't do that. I have to say in advance where I am going and when they can expect my return. This freedom, freedom to defer thinking about my plans till the last moment, is something I love to have.
And there are certain "weird" things I'd do if I am alone. Like, sitting under the street light and reading a novel at 2 o' clock in the night. I can do this when my mom is with me; but having to tell her before getting out of the house (in the middle of her sleep) is something I will never want to do. Now I am free to do crazy things of this sort.
And there's more to it. 2010 for me starts in a "real world". Going to be fun :)
30 Dec 2009
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Hey Kannan
ReplyDeleteI so understand... I remember moving out of my mother's place. It meant freedom and independence but it also came with a rude shock of how much my Mom had done until now and how much I had to do here on.
It meant a lot more work but it was loads of fun too : ) Living alone is indeed fun in its own way...
Cheers
Freya