The estranged feeling of not being at the same place where you have been for almost a decade is baffling atleast for me. Imagine leaving behind your room or rather a home full of memories in place for a complete strange new location. Change is inescapable and so is nostalgia, there are times when it just happens and you have no other option except for accepting it. You literally have to make a move then.
That's what even I did!
This year, my family decided to move to new house for better (though in the same city). The whole process behind it- packing, transporting, shifting, loading and unloading stuff became way too chaotic. Not that we didn't expected it to be but maybe we didn't deal with it the right way. Dozens of cartons were just packed and transported to this new place where it was supposed to be unpacked again. It became a task for a family full of working people. Finding limited time off the busy schedule and most importantly that motivation to do so was the key which I clearly lacked.
As usual, I procrastinated and still doing it. The reason even after a month, things haven't been quite settled in this new place. This all started a fortnight away from Diwali, when we finally decided to make the move. Till the last minute, we were quite skeptical to move since the new place wasn't completely ready. We extremely ran short of time since Diwali was the time when we just had to completely settle our new home.
During the whole process, day afer day it used to be a similar schedule. We used to wake up in a mess full of packed and half-packed cartons and messy cupboards. In bits and parts, every single piece of item was wrapped and unwrapped wholly and solely by a family of six (family- including driver uncle & domestic help and items-excluding heavy pieces of furniture).
That's what even I did!
This year, my family decided to move to new house for better (though in the same city). The whole process behind it- packing, transporting, shifting, loading and unloading stuff became way too chaotic. Not that we didn't expected it to be but maybe we didn't deal with it the right way. Dozens of cartons were just packed and transported to this new place where it was supposed to be unpacked again. It became a task for a family full of working people. Finding limited time off the busy schedule and most importantly that motivation to do so was the key which I clearly lacked.
As usual, I procrastinated and still doing it. The reason even after a month, things haven't been quite settled in this new place. This all started a fortnight away from Diwali, when we finally decided to make the move. Till the last minute, we were quite skeptical to move since the new place wasn't completely ready. We extremely ran short of time since Diwali was the time when we just had to completely settle our new home.
During the whole process, day afer day it used to be a similar schedule. We used to wake up in a mess full of packed and half-packed cartons and messy cupboards. In bits and parts, every single piece of item was wrapped and unwrapped wholly and solely by a family of six (family- including driver uncle & domestic help and items-excluding heavy pieces of furniture).
Even a month later, the process of wrapping and unwrapping stuff continues. Slowly and steadily, we will completely settle and adapt to the new habitat. Apart from the thoughts of packing and moving, it is the relocation that has been acting as a major stint. It reminds me of a conversation with a friend where we were talking about how everytime we relocate, we loose a part of ourselves at that place.
It isn't like this was my first experience of relocating home, but the 8 years that I have spent at this place has been phenomenal in terms of the life phase and major time period during which I lived them.
It were the incidents, events and achievements that would define this place for me. In 9th standard, I moved to this place and lived here till graduation. It was the same place where I completed my schooling and started my college life, the same place where I first learnt how to drive a scooty and then ended up learning a four-wheeler too. The same place where my childhood ended and where I figured out my interest and passion. It is the same place where I got hold of life's meaning and the urge to live it all. The four walls that strenghtened my bond with my Grandmother (Dadi) became the place where she breathed her last. A lot happened during the years I lived there and that place gave me infinite memories to nurture and cherish forever.
With time, we create new memories and attachments but without loosing the hold of older ones. Those are the ones created at a particular time when we didn't even know we were creating them. Series of such experiences and memories forms a larger part of life and is always strong enough to create that nostalgia and sweet after-taste...


