I’m rusty. It’s been a while I have written for leisure. But
before my thoughts bury themselves with the other many thoughts that lay buried
thanks to my laziness, I wrestled the desire to postpone this to yet another
day and finally give words to my flittering thoughts.
“So U.S.A haan, you must be excited?” was a line I heard
more than the number of times I may have liked to before I actually sat on that
Emirates Seattle bound flight on 23rd July, 2016 to begin a new
chapter in my life.
“Was I excited?”, I heard me questioning myself. Well yes,
it would be my first ever trip to ‘The United States of America’ except that
this wasn’t a trip. This was a change. The excitement to explore a new place
was probably bogged down by the thought of leaving behind the life I knew for
all these years. (suddenly I see myself becoming age number conscious :P so we
go subjective). My family, my friends, my job, the extra curricula’s, the
familiarity - in short everything I knew till now. All I knew was that I was
going to the man I married. The man I
wished to spend the rest of my life with. My only known face, my friend in a
new city. Poor guy, the pressure was on him – to keep me engaged! But I must
say he did a good job at that, still continues to too. Rarely did I feel like I
was missing out between all that Tamil banter and the biggest thing was using
my new found “free time” to be put to good use.
Seattle: The only other time I heard about the mention of Seattle
was in the movie “Sleepless in Seattle”.
Sleepless and me? Phu! Never.
Armed with the possibility and the idea that “the world is my oyster”,
the excitement was bubbling. I could do what I wanted to, be what I wanted to
be. Start on a clean slate, follow my passion!! Passion? but what was my
passion? And I soon realized that without deadlines, accountability and say
urgency the best of possibilities and intentions fizzle away. I couldn’t let
that happen to me, could I? or so I heard me telling myself after the initial
slumber. The city seemed extremely welcoming with warm, beaming and a friendly
family awaiting me here.
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Thats Jansi....liked it...keep writting.
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ReplyDeleteWhat if immigration officer had asked u same question?
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