Change is the part and parcel of our life. As we continue to grow up in life we experience many variegated phases that constitute our experience. The most drastic change that we experience in our lives is when we move out of our homes. One day, we are the most loved child of the house, the apple of everyone’s eye, and in a matter of days, we are in an unknown city, amongst an unfamiliar crowd, away from the ones we love, and those who love us.
I am referring to the phase when we move to a completely unknown city on the pretext of education or job. It would be wrong to say that not many individuals experience this phase, for it is practical to move to large urban centers than we currently are. It is not a choice but a necessity in the fast-paced world, it is believed. A person succumbs to the desire of staying in hometown, and we move on to look for greater opportunity elsewhere. Nearly everyone I know has done this at some point or other.
But the point is… do we really find pleasure doing it? Yes, I know change is the harsh truth of life. But completely changing one’s personality to adjust in a foreign environment is something, not acceptable by many. When we are away from our own house, each and every element around us turns into a nostalgic play, that takes us down the memory lane. The switchboard, which we use to turn on the light makes us remember our room’s switchboard, which was decorated by stickers and tattoos during our childhood. The bed at a hostel/pg/flat makes way for the nostalgia of our comfy bed, which was an all-time favorite spot for study, relax and have a quick chat. The coffee mug which we lift up every morning makes us remember the steel tumbler mother used to bring each morning with hot tea in it.
No matter how much we succeed in life, no matter how much wealth we accumulate, no argument is justified for the pain someone feels when he/she disassociates himself/herself from the surroundings he is used to.
I too am away from my hometown, but everyone has a different story, yes I feel nostalgic about many things, but I am determined to stay firm. Maybe people are right when they judge me as a hard-hearted for it is not normal to stay away from the pleasures of home, but I know many, who de
spite living in a far off land, fail to accept that it is the harsh truth of life. Living with family is the most desirable pleasure, often so valuable, that no wealth in the world can buy it. Is it really necessary to part with such a valuable treasure in the journey, which may or may not be our own??
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