Like for this place

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These holidays are pretty busier than usual for me in the sense that i am preparing for two courses simultaneously, watching two television series at the same time, trying to explore more about this new gadget, talking more than usual with some of my old friends because it is their holiday time too, spending more time on facebook because i can, writing my lesson plans as well as planning a few things for my students for the upcoming year. And yes of course, writing this blog. Strange that right after i joined my  place of work i had  this post where i mentioned that i might not be able to write too much from then on yet i must try and continue writing atleast four posts a month because i have something in my mind. Surprisingly i did more than that and in fact my posts in this year are the most. The year that i have remained the busiest. This in turn has also helped me understand that maybe i like writing more than i thought. I simply love to put down my thoughts and gather them up somewhere so that they stay not just in my mind but also in the minds of the regular readers that i have. I am glad that i always found sometime and too much time to write my posts. So why am i writing it today? Well it so happened that my mother had to go out to get some medicine for her eyes which had been troubling her for sometime now. We had to call up her doctor in Kolkata who told my mother that the itching in her eyes is because of the seasonal allergy and prescribed her some medicines. So we had to go out to purchase them. Not we, really, because initially i was too reluctant to go. I wanted to play with the new puppies that we have in our colony and spend sometime sleeping which is  a double bliss for a woman like me who hardly sleeps. But my mom wanted me to accompany her and so i had to. I would have anyway because no way i was going to leave her alone that too in the bright winter afternoon when i could easily give her some company and well i did that. We went to the market, we got a few things. Now while returning back the sun was still visible and i was in no mood to enter my house early. So i told my mom if i could take a round with her in a nearby place i wanted to visit for a long time now. She said okay and we started taking a walk towards that direction. We moved straight and i went on and and on and on with my mom. This street had the exact little houses that i would call my dream house. Not big at all but enough to accomodate a family of four members. Little house with a little balcony in front, two chairs, one little garden and most importantly it had peace. It was quiet and isolated but not so alienated. If one felt alone one could easily come out, sit on the chair in the balcony and sit there as long as the one wished too. May i have such a peaceful life later. I would call that luxury and success. I was so busy staring at  those little houses that my mother asked me why i was looking at them like that and when i told my mother about it she started making faces. She has always loathed my idea of such an ideal environment. She would always prefer noise and crowd over everything. But wait? Does that in any way mean that i have started liking Chhatarpur? Well not all of it for sure but yes i think i have. And i am sure I will start missing it the very day i leave this place. I might just come back after ten years [ if God permits], and relive the nostalgia that i have developed for this place I think. It will always be the place of my first work, the place where i have already made some of the best memories. Will i find it very hard to leave it all behind ? Or will i be practical enough to accept facts and move on. I am sure i will be practical again. I have done this before and it has always  taken away a part of me. I think that is why they say ' nothing comes free in this world '. A few days back a friend texted me on Instagram. He told me that he regularly reads my blogs and finds it so difficult to comprehend that ' it is the same jolly me ', who writes all this.  He said why do i not show my serious nature to all? Well i did not reply. Nobody took the effort of knowing that side of mine. Nor do i want to open up. If it happens naturally, it just will. My blog can't lie because my mind cannot when I am writing. I am otherwise a good liar when i have people around me. I am protective about my true self. As Keats once said- ' Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter ', And you don't want to hear the mayhem melody of my mind. Do you?

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