Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Living Alone

Each time I thought about it or anyone asked me about it, I was so confident I'd take to it like a fish to water. As of this moment, I am not so sure.

I left home on June 12, 2012, today is Aug 15. I live alone in a serviced apartment and I work 6days a week. The 6days I go to office, I want a day off. The day I stay back, I wish there was work I could finish. Everything I do, I want to call someone and tell them. I have never wanted to do that before. I have never wished I was not alone.

To me living alone was the ultimate sign of making it in life as a single working woman. I wanted that scene of a coffee cup, a sofa and rain pelting a french window to happen for me too. Now when it rains in Pune and I sit on the window sill to watch it clean the greenery, I wish I'd asked for something else. Asked for what though, I do not know.

I always thought since my parents had pulled it off, I would obviously adapt. I craved for it. I told myself everytime...this is what I want. As of this moment, I am not so confident.

I am now waiting for the learning curve to flatten. I am waiting for the feeling to become me. So that next time it rains and I have a hot cup of tea in my hands, I can smile and say..this is indeed life, my way.