Behind every great person, there’s someone who’s responsible for their ascension.

No words can satisfy the credit I owe, if I can call it that, to my parents that they deserve. Through my life, I had come to realise, it was not just a happenstance that I happened to be born in that family.

This soul began life as one important member of a family, the only female child, raised with all the care and happiness a little girl can get. I can say that from early toddler days to adult-hood, I’ve had nothing but all one can wish for. I cannot even begin to thank them.

Children are parent’s one great happiness but inversely speaking, it would be unfair to say that they could just easily be the source of their grief, because, lets be honest it happens sometimes. But I reckon it depends which way you look at it. Raising children in today’s modern day capitalist era is not an easy duty to perform. For some life seems easy enought yet, they struggle for it, with it, and continue to do so till their last breath. We look at the world through our own key-hole. Adding to that for them, or for us as kid, I guess, there never has any “operating manual” ever existed to offer help to both parties  whenever, wherever, they might have needed. But curiously enough parents, for being parents, they seem to know what’s best for their kids. Instincts, May be? Is it the nature’s way of programming? I wonder…

Journey began, growing up in 90s and then later with the turn of the century, just like several other peers in my social domain, (friends, relatives, acquaintances) world’s awareness grew among them. Fortunately enough, I travelled westward, hoping to see the world through my own eyes. Although, primarily for the academic reasons. But before I could embark on this journey, there were a few things I had to deal with on a personal level.

Everything came together and soon enough, I was ready to leave my nest and whiz my way through the world that was out there. The excitement and thrill was nevertheless over-whelming. However, I was riddled with a dilemma, when suddenly it dawned on me, that I’m going to be away from the family, the parents, mundane routine I had been so accustomed to. Needed serious contemplation. The thought of the effort of making it on my own frightened and chilled me a little bit. Which is quite natural, wouldn’t I say so… I felt like a little baby bird that’s afraid of its first flight. I have no idea, how I got my head around that, but despite anxiety, I somehow managed to muster some courage to climb out of that fear.

The journey took place. I lived a life, even however brief it was. The life full of joys and sometimes sorrows, full of excitments and  dullness, the whole shibang . so to speak.  I felt the wind brushing against my wings. Crossed many cross-roads, sometimes critical ones. Learned the world’s ways. Carried out my studies. Has been an-eye opening experience. And time came to return to nest. I feel nostalgic at this point and reminisce my days of past. I feel there are many things worth talking about, but one that never left me is what follows.

I guess, what I am trying to say is that it has been no less than a great opportunity. And the fact of the matter is, every individual should be given a chance to live and decide for their own being, whether they choose right or wrong, that’s a whole lot different story. The opportunity, atleast, should be laid out under their feet. I’m sure, as anyone else would agree, that this would suck sometimes, yet surprisingly at the end it’s accomplishing,  satisfying and well worth it. What I learned was that, if it wasn’t for the daring challenges before us, and living through the experience of sifting the right from the wrong, I wouldn’t have dared dreaming about it. Bottom line, to individuate my existence I had to take that journey to the unknown. Yet, during all that time, the only thought kept me going was the thought of my parents, and my brother. He practically raised me, and I always looked up to him. I am grateful for them. Without their unfettering support, moral or financial, I couldn’t have done it.

The life, as I have known so far, has many more chocolates in its box. Uncertainty is a beautiful challenge, because, I’m not sure, what flavour I’m going to get next.