It was a wonderful day of January, when my parents told me we were going to shift.......
shift where? Mumbai.... even though Mumbai is my birthplace, i was not brought up there.
my fathers side of the family lived there, so it was very common for us to come here during the winters to escape from the freezing climate.But that was only for a few days. i couldn't imagine of living there!!! even though its called as the city of dreams, Delhi was home for me. i couldn't imagine of leaving my home. i thought it would be as easy as a pie, but unfortunately it wasn't. we had a beautiful home in Mumbai already, so that was easy. imagine a 9 and a half year old leaving everything behind, crossing a few states, have no idea how life was going to be there..
IT WAS HARD.
after a wait of 2 months we finally shifted.....
the place was new, the people were new. the home did not look like mine, the room did not look mine. i felt like Alice in wonderland- LOST. but thankfully i was saved by my new routine.
the academic year started, it was a fresh start, a new beginning. i cringed, i fumed, but there was no other way. on the top of it, i had to learn a new language. the very first day my new teacher smiled at me and the ice began to break. school tuned out to be a wonderful place. i looked forward to every afternoon to go to school. one day i saw a group of girls who used to play in the evening. i started to play with them, but somewhere, something was wrong. i felt like a misfit. now, were friends. we still fight, which group of friends don't.now when i look back, i feel silly, but then that's a part of growing up.
happy shifting!!!
bonne deplecement!!!- french
alttahawwul saeid!!!- arabic
shubh sthaanaantran- hindi
to all those who are going to be shifting.