When I was politely kicked out of my clerical
job I had opted for while still trying to survive engineering, just like
any other Indian teenager, I was waiting for overwhelming sadness, but that did
not come. All I saw was new endless possibilities, finally stepping out of my
house and being a free bird.
It was one of those fantasies every person
has in their late teens – being independent. I informed my dad I am leaving for
Bangalore to search for a job. He offered to help me settle down in Bangalore
and make sure I was happy and safe, which I accepted graciously. Mom was
confused on whether to be sad that I would be going away or be happy that I am
finally ‘growing up’, while little sister was excited about having our shared
room all to herself.
Arriving in Bangalore, I was not sure if I
was feeling cold because of weather of January in a cool city like Bangalore,
or because of the nervous excitement that this city is going to be my new home,
where I can find myself. I reached my place, attended the interview and then
bid adieu to my dad.
I was supposed to be scared, but I was
surprised that I was elated, sad and lonely, all at the same time. I decided I
will just start searching for more interviews and an hour later, it started
raining outside. That was the scariest thunderstorm ever.
One particular thunder was so loud, I almost
knew something had gone wrong. The power was disconnected and my room was pitch
black. I had no candles. I went out with an umbrella to see what’s wrong and
saw many people had come out from their houses. A very old huge tree had fallen
and cut the electricity cables before landing. All stores were shut and there
was no way I could get any food or candles. I felt the loneliest and a bit
I decided to knock on my neighbor’s door to
borrow some candles. A sweet lady in her 50s answered. I explained my situation
and then asked for some candles. She observed my drenched state and asked me to
I was given a towel, a bowl of hot payasam
(porridge), and a thick blanket. Her two daughters were also having the payasam
and I immediately remembered me and my sister being taken care of just the same
way. I thanked the lady and left, promising myself to bring her a pack of
candles the next day. Before I could start missing my mom and sister in my dark
room, it was hail storming. I had never seen hailstorm in my life.
I was weirdly excited. I slouched in a chair
facing my open door with a thick blanket and realized: If I were with my
parents now, I would not have known the hailstorm in me that I needed to go
through. I did not know how I would overcome such a situation. I would still be
with my mom, happy and safe, but then how would I learn how to manage myself?
I had no idea how strong I was, until I went
through the dread of being alone in a tiny dark apartment with no candles, huge
ice pieces falling on my roof making so much noise that I could not hear my mom
on the phone, cooking in the light of a candle, living without electricity and
phone for the next 3 days.
Now, 6 years later, I am a native of
Bangalore. I have become very generous, calm, patient, and compassionate,
thanks to that lady who made me feel at home.
This is my first article that got published inTHC Labs. Please click here for the published article.