Home-alone!

This post is a narration of my experiences staying by myself in an unknown city. This is the first time I have stayed alone for such a long period. I know it surprising but its true….I am all geared up , with my 2 bags stuffed with all stuff I can possibly need for 20 days of my life I travel to nearby sister city. I am bit wary at first due to the unfamiliarity of the suroundings but in a few days time I totally adapt to it.

Total independence is something I have always craved for.When I am living with my family I have to follow all these rules& also there are these restrictions, do’s & don’t’s, which hampers my ‘free-bird’ spirit.Now with this freedom along with sense of responsibility I feel at ease & in control of things.

Here is how my regular day panned out. Get up comfortably when I am ready, with no disturbances other than the pigeon flapping its wings outside the window. Have my cup of soothing green-tea as I fllip through a magazine. Enter the kitchen & manage something edible.Do the small little everyday things & rush out for my class which would keep me occupied till sunset.The evenings would usually be my time to meet up with people, walk around, explore the city. Then return at night after a tiring day & end it lazily on my bed with a nice book for company….

The main problem I encountered was my lack of cullniary skills. I can make a tasty sandwhich or a salad but I end messing-up , anything that calls for cooking with fire.(My future lies in the hands of a good cook as I have given up hope on that front.)One morning I wake up in a cheerful mood, ready to try something new so I try my hand at a potato curry & rice combo for lunch. After an hour of cooking my jacket- potatoes are hard , but the curry turned out to be quite decent & rice undercooked( though I refuse to take the blame for that as the pressure-cooker was faulty).I can never forget the expression of horror on the face of a friend who had come to visit, on sampling the potato. Still my other experiments were not as bad. The result of this shortcoming was I lost a couple of kilos when I returned home much to my mums horror whos principal motto in life is to fatten me up.

Inspite of my doubts I found out I was quite decent at running a home…pat on my back. Washing clothes, tidying up everyday, doing the dirty dishes, locking-up etc.

I miss the little joys from things I could do only when I am by myself like dancing while cooking or cleaning( trust me it is fun), singing when I felt like, going out for a walk at any time, returning home from a late-night dinner without being pestered by calls, no constant instructions…

So now with all the practice I think I am ready to move out & ‘spread my wings’.