Every girl’s life is divided into two zones: a Maiden Life
and then the life after marriage. Many things change as one goes through the
Transition, and then thereafter leading the life in Zone 2, until one meets souls' end.
Today me been in Zone 2 and going strong in this new phase ,
experiencing new things each day ,
building good/bad memories on the path and struggling to make each bit, every
ounce of life better I suddenly recall my old, fun and lighthearted days. … and
yes I MISSED them … sometimes very badly … sometimes to the extent that I just
wish to go back and reverse the clock to run backwards….!!!!!
No Doubt.. Zone 2 has
its own charm … own excitement and as it is rightly said … "shaadi ka ladoo jo
khaaye woh pachtaye n khaaye toh pachtaye" … so better to repent after getting onto
other side of the table ..( pun intended)…then not getting there at allJ
It always seems to me that Zone 2 is a roller coaster ride …
wherein you have to be really careful before being yourself … and yes this is one
thing that I missed the most … Being Yourself !!!!
At one’s Mom place you can do exactly the way you feel and
think, at a particular moment… I could yell whenever I was mad at things .. I could
say straight if food didn't taste good … I could fight with my brother if he
irritated me and then very next minute go to him and he makes it up quickly
without analyzing or questioning the argument we had a minute before … here I don’t
have to please anyone .. I can just be what I am …
Your maiden Family will always
forgive and forget .. they will correct you when you are wrong .. but at the
same time won’t take your incorrect behavior till the eternity and play the
blame games whenever they get a chance…
However on the other side of your life the picture is exactly
opposite.. You are constantly under microscope .. Every word you utter … every
gesture you perform, is scrutinized and evaluated..
and the appraisal process is not a yearly affair here but a daily business….so
Girl watch before you step , think before you say and analyze before you act …. The RolePlay is
a difficult one … and expectation is get it right in the first take…
But here I really don’t want to dig more into Zone 2 … as I
am still gathering memories and yet to experience the unexpressed … so lets
put a lock on this door ….
Going back to my Zone 1 ..its not like it was my favorite
zone when I used to reside in there.. but now I missed been there .. But it is true, in
that region I always dreamed about getting into Zone 2 …
I really missed my mom’s place where I spent my childhood ..
where I grew up reading Nancy Drews and Famous Fives.. my favorite plate on which
I used to eat my meals daily … all those little paintings that I drew .. all
those crazy crafts that I did … all those tunes that I danced to .. all those
fights that I had with my brother .. all those days when I cried when my mom
got home late from the office .. all those moments when my brother assured me
that Mom – Dad will get back from office don’t worry ..don't cry I am with you ….all
those rains I enjoyed with my friends on our apartment terrace … yes I missed
all of them … n today I feel so overwhelmed just by thinking about them…
I remember all those games that we played.. the dog and the
bone, the military game, the hide and seek
and ghar ghar .. where in we used to cook our own food with toy utensils
…
Another interesting thing me and my girl gang used to do
was making Henna from scratch.. we had a henna tree in our neighboring building
… n every summers this used to be a task
for us .. we used to go pluck some henna leaves … n then using stone grind it
into paste ..put the paste in a plastic bag and make it into a cone .. and used
to drew it on each others hand .. it used to be so much fun..
I missed those school uniforms, those gum boots.. that
raincoat … my school books .. my compass box .. my tiny samosa shaped lunch box
… my little doll … which my brother once operated upon and never got her back
into shape .. when we were playing Doctor-Doctor…
I missed my blue tricycle and my red scooter … which I
shared with my brother.. I missed that fall from the bike .. when my brother
took me riding double seat on it…
I missed those summer vacations that I spent at my grandma’s
place … I missed my village buddies … with whom I had mangoes and guavas straight
from the trees.. I missed those hot summer afternoons and that glass of fresh
lemonade made by my grandma … I missed those afternoon and after dinner card
games … I missed those river baths and climbing hill tops…
I missed those dressing up on festivals and savoring on food….
I missed the shopping sessions with my Mom … n how difference of opinions we
had on dress size ..When she always insisted on me buying one size big …
I missed those calling out to friends from my apartment balcony
and inviting them to the house when my parents were not around... So that we
could talk all our little secrets …
I remember those lazy Sundays waiting anxiously for Disney
world cartoons and Mom’s yelling to finish the breakfast quickly and to go and
take bath…
I missed those once in a year our Dad taking us out to eat
.. n we planning our menu weeks in advance … I missed my Dad’s scolding and his
efforts to give us the best .. his determination and concern to make us
something in life …
I missed those flying paper air crafts and those lovely
picnics with my cousins.. I missed my family gatherings on Ganesh Pooja ..and
savoring on mouth watering modaks…
These all seems to be so many little things but now when I
look back … they are the most precious belongings I ever had …and now I can't do
anything else but just cherish them forever and ever!!!!
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