Move on!

That’s easier said than done, I agree. But have we tried hard enough?? Ooohh that’s a question we won’t like to touch upon. How can I move on from something that was so close to me? So dear and so precious?

I was listening to ‘Walk on’ by U2 and was chatting with someone who was once close, very close to me. We chatted after a long time, I was a little excited, little relieved, little curious, little concerned. But I was happy for the fact that I have gone beyond. I have forgiven and forgotten. I hold no grudge, no emotions. The past has gone and my present is great, my future uncertain – but exciting. But I don’t regret anything. I have learnt—to be practical, to hold my self- respect, to make my voice heard, to be a little assertive and to understand what is right for me.

I remember times when I have yearned to go back to college days, the most memorable 3 years of my life—friends, extra curricular activities, canteen, fests and dating. Today, I suddenly realised that I don’t want to go back. Because I have changed over the years - I have become more reserved, less impulsive. But that’s with age and time I guess. People have taught me a lot. Initially I used to feel bad when I didn’t get attention—problem of being the only child. But today I am comfortable in my own company, may be because I have become more confident of myself. I have also realised that you can’t make everyone happy and if you have to make so much effort making someone happy because you think he/she is close to you – then you are wrong. People who really love you and respect you will do for the way you are. I want to bow down to them -

Ma and Baba- For being liberal and having trust in me. For letting me make my own mistakes and learn from despite knowing that I will end up getting hurt. That’s a trait of being extraordinary parents.
Mihir- For standing up for me each time, every time.
Deepti- For always hearing me out patiently and consoling me when there was a need. For just being so similar to me yet so different.
Shivaa - For putting things into perspective, for hugging me when I needed it the most. For just being there.
Amlan- For pulling me out from the abyss and being my agony aunt, my shield and for understanding me and loving me for who I am.
Babai- Though you are younger than me, you are my anchor…your silent support and our moments of silence have been more precious than anything…
Kutti- For being a friend more than an aunt.

I want to thank all those, who have hurt me at point or the other --- its because of you I have become stronger, less gullible and more practical. I know you never meant to hurt me deliberately or even if you did, you didn’t mean to teach me anything. But as Gandhi said, “My critiques are my best friends”, so are you.

I have moved on, hope you too have done the same.