The Young free spirited girl next door

We all believe in our Golden Era, don’t we? The miss is we don’t realize we are living in the golden era until it’s gone and a little too late.

Sitting alone in the room with a cup of tea and a laptop in front of me that is buzzing with work mail, I simply traveled to My GOLDEN ERA, the ERA where I had everything and where I was in a hurry to obtain whatever I have now without realizing the cost. 

I still don’t know how 2012 to 2015 got over, it was like a sprint, a powerful, young, and full-of-life sprint. I was blessed with the best- good friends, a chill college degree, and super supportive parents. The only thing I had to take care of was ‘Beta-enjoy your college life and live your life, just be careful and always confide in us’. Hence, I truly enjoyed every bit of it with a deep desire to start my professional life ASAP and become Independent- What a FOOL I was.

Don’t know how many can relate to this, now when I look BACK I am like please get me that period back. Cut to 2016, a young professional in a new city with a head full of dreams- A perfect Emily in Bangalore scenes na. Again, as I told you earlier I am blessed with the best parents with full support- Work on the weekdays and relax or party over the weekend. Full trust and love from my Mom kept me growing and glowing. 2016 to 2019 wasn’t really rough yet good, I had my share of crises and heartbreaks with respect to jobs, relationships, and the reality of life hitting hard. There were phases of darkness where I felt lost but Maa always said- ‘ Abhi mein hu, you don’t worry beta. Ek kaam kar come home for a few days and let me pamper you’

Life was not perfect but content. I knew I was not alone, I knew even if I fall again and again, I will be picked up again and AGAIN 🙂

How many of us miss the old us? How many of us would give anything to relive our younger selves and lives? Well, for me I would trade anything which I have right now to just go back and hug my Maa a bit longer, maybe kiss her more often and tell her how grateful I am to her, all her sacrifices, all her tears for me means a lot to me and How much I LOVE HER, JUST LOVE HER SO DAMM MUCH.

2020 when the entire world was going through a Pandemic and trying to survive each day and safeguard their family, I was going through a turmoil so bad that I tried ending my life. Yes, Something which every middle-class fear, and I was living it each day. My parents got to know about it a bit later because I feared Society- log kya kahege. My parents said logo ka pata nai, We are with you. I survived the phase and came out of depression and PTSD thanks to the support of my father and the patience, love, pampering, and 24X7 mental/emotional support of MAA.

A brief recap to 2023- Why do we wish Happy New Year? is there a guarantee that the year will be good? Or is it just a gamble? For me 2023 has got me from riches to rags- Personally and professionally, I have lost everything and now it’s just breathing but not living. 2023 has slapped me so hard month after month that giving up seems easier than surviving. There’s always a thin line between living your life and just counting your days. For me, I don’t know what I am doing or where I am heading, I just know that it’s not my time yet, and hence, I just need to breathe.

We are always grateful to our near and dear ones for everything they do. It is only when they are gone we actually realize what they have done for us and we are here today, alive because of them. In no time the young free-spirited girl next door turned into a responsible lady who did accept facts but her heart longed for her MAA, her heart still craves for the hug and- BETA, JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE AND BE HAPPY, ABHI WE ARE THERE FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.

RICHA VINITA ARORA