Okay…you guys rock. Thank you for the overwhelming support, encouragement and tips. It means the world to me. Though I think, you all are just being really kind to me, I am not that good at writing my thoughts very well. It is a work in progress. Okay, so here goes…the mid to late 80’s.
After spending the first half of my awesome childhood in Bangalore with my parents, I moved to Madras (now Chennai), to live with my grandparents. I loved my grandparents, and didn’t think much of the move. So I had a new school, new friends, new environment…you get the gist.
My life without my parents:
I enjoyed being in Madras, but not being able to share any of my achievements with my parents gnawed at me. I felt alone a lot of the times, but luckily I had some awesome friends that kept me sane. I used to find solace in music too-I loved to dance, and much to the dismay of my neighbors, who had to put up with the loud music. There were trees and walls to climb, places to just run around and be a kid. But not being able to share my day with anyone was a little depressing. And I was not really a “kid” anymore. I was growing up, and fast. The values my parents had instilled in me at a very young age were never shaken without them. I continued being honest with my grandparents, and could never break that trust. So I immersed myself in sports, studies, music and my friends. Without my friends, I would have probably gone completely mental.
School was a lot of fun. My classmates were a crazy, fun bunch and most of us still keep in touch after all these years(yay for FB). There were so many new experiences- from my first crush to my first heartbreak, my best friend leaving and also quickly learning that some people are born with an evil streak.
I was so naive and silly back then(not much has changed), but they were simpler fun times. I still remember one of my sweetest friends(you know who you are) waiting for me at the school gate every morning, with Neem flowers in his hand, because I loved them. He was my first crush, and boy did we fight, but he is still the perfect sweetheart even today. It was also the time when I was at my fittest. I was on the track team, volleyball, kho-kho, and I used to row. I also got to sing with one of the sweetest guys in my class, who sadly passed away, leaving us shocked. That was when I first realized, we were not invincible-Life was too darn short. I wanted to do so much with my life, but little did I know about the obstacles I was going to face.
This was the period when suppressed memories were also brought back, like a slap on my face. Damn, the monster and nightmares were back.
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