Life Comes Full Circle

For me, life always comes in full circles. I always find myself back to where I started from. Katwariya Sarai, one-room flat; off to Kishangarh, beautiful two-room apartment, complete privacy, my rooms with windows open; back to Katwariya Sarai, two-room flat, no privacy, double curtains always pulled.

I don’t mean that it’s bad. Well, I guess, bad and good are just your way of thinking, depends on how you want to look at life.

Sure, my washroom door won’t allow a healthy person in, sure my kitchen allows more cockroaches than humans, sure I have to dry my dirty linen in full public gaze. But I also have other things to look up to. For example, I don’t need to worry about haggling with auto drivers to take me to my destination, I don’t have to pay extra money to auto drivers because they wont get other passengers, I don’t need to travel three kilometers to get something I need or buy some mutton, and most importantly, I don’t need to wait for an hour before help arrives when I need!

When I look back at my life, I see a long winding, undulated road. I can’t see the destination but I do see the storms and the sunny days. They are so correct when they say that life is a journey. Sure it is, at least for me.

I have a choice. Should I look at the pits and falls? Or, should I look at the broad, blue sky waiting up ahead the pits and falls?

I have always had people around me—good, bad, and ugly. Did they hurt me or did I allow them to hurt me? I think it was always me who gave the permission to others to hurt me beyond what I could carry. Actually, not. Someone always knew that I can carry loads on my fragile shoulders. I think God must be a project manager. He (or she) knows that I am a reliable resource, give me more than anyone else and I will definitely carry it through. Are you sure God’s last name is not Sinha? I have my doubts though.

Whoever God is, whatever his or her surname is, the fact remains. I am the winner and I will take it all in the end.

Just you wait and watch!