Twenty years ago I escaped from my family and hometown to the throbbing metropolis called New Delhi. I was in my twenties and truly thought that the world is in the palm of my hands. I was tired of all the smothering that was handed down to me daily in the guise of “You are a girl, thats why!” So when I finished my vocational course in Interior design, I just wanted to leave home and earn my living.
Initially I stayed with relatives as that was reassuring to my parents that I was safe. Gradually I moved to a PG and then was allowed to rent out my own place. I found this really nice place in GK and had the most blissful three years of living there. Succumbing to the charms of newly done up condos of Gurgaon made it easy to abandon New Delhi without any regrets.
Past twenty years have seen me go from single to married to back to being single. I have changed cities, houses, jobs and acquaintances in these years. This progression was not easy and when I look back at it, I wonder how ever did I manage it.
Salsa dancing classes, sketching sessions in Lodhi garden, Photography workshops, learning gardening, celebrity cooking events, wine tasting, learning water colors, starting a blog, practicing Reiki, crafting mosaic projects -I haven’t exhausted the option on learning new things yet 😉
I ventured into some pretty exciting jobs and projects in my career. Working on the Umaid Bhawan Palace, Jodhpur for the Taj group of hotels was one of the best things that happened to me. Close second is the seven star luxury island resort project I did in Maldives.
Almost twenty years ago
I explored the city of New Delhi to my heart’s content, most of the times by myself. I fell in love with the gardens and the monuments, both a delight to be in during the winter season. In fact Delhi transitions into a gorgeous butterfly during the winter months. Delightful flea markets, flower shows, alfresco dining, art shows, music festivals and many more such social events liven up the city.
I don’t mind telling you that I have lost plenty of friendships in these twenty odd years. My oldest relationship is about ten years old and is with a truly kindred soul who understands me well. But other than that, most of my friendships are relatively new and keep changing over the years. (Of course I have friends that go back to school days but that’s much before the twenty years that I am talking about here.)
The key thing in all of these years has been my independence and I wouldn’t trade it even today for anything at all. Its been almost twenty years of living on my own and I can honestly tell you that I love it. And all of my learning of these years is that I must love and accept myself as I am, the world and its opinion be damned.
I am really excited to read everyone’s post on this blast from the past kinda prompt – hope you like mine!
I am participating in the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and this post is in response to the prompt “Twenty years ago, I..”. This bloghop has about 29 participants. I received this tag from Mahathi Ramya at Fantastic feathers It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Keerthi Vydula at Thoughts thru lens