My Mom was just telling me about how even before I had started school as a kindergartener, people living in our colony looked out for me. From the gardeners at the park to the Sisters at the convent I studied in, everybody knew the tiny girl who loved to run like a duck on the road (I hated it when my parents carried me. Weird, I know!).
When the day finally came and I had to go to school, I was weirdly okay with the idea. In fact, I don’t think I cried on my first day of kindergarten at all. But on the second day, it dawned on me that this wasn’t a one-time thing. I cried. I was bawling my eyes out.
And if it hadn’t been for the Sisters who probably knew me ever since my family had moved into the neighbourhood, I would most likely have been a whiny kid who hated going to school. And I’m told that I was quite a handful, so I can only imagine how difficult it must have been.
And there was this other time when I got ‘lost’ and Mom couldn’t find me anywhere. It was a gated society and everybody knew each other. In spite of a two-hour-long search, there was no news and Mom was close to tears. It wasn’t until somebody informed her that I was at a friend’s place that our neighbours dropped the search.
Now, I don’t know what kind of luck I had as a 3-year-old. But I can tell you that the neighbourhood that we lived in was more or less like a close-knit family. Even though we all live in different cities (or countries) now, we’ve kept in touch. That kind of a connection with people, the kind that doesn’t fade away over time, is so rare.
Even though I was just a little over 4 when we moved to a new city, I have memories of the festivals the entire neighbourhood celebrated together. As though they’ve been etched into some part of my brain. Like a warm, fuzzy echo that randomly pops into my head when I need to cheer up.
Even now, as I type this, I am holding back tears because I haven’t found a family as close-knit as the neighbourhood that we once used to live in. It was our little bubble of joy that somehow was rudely popped as I moved to a city that neither welcomed nor appealed to me.
And although I eventually got over the fact that I had moved, I will never forget the kind of love that the neighbourhood had for everyone living there. It’s just one of those things that you can’t forget.
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So true, we cannot go back to warora colony life.
Voltas colony sarita.
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This made me feel nostalgic.
I remember when I we had similar neighbors family who would celebrate each & every festival together. Truly it was a bliss ❤️
But then everyone moved to different places & also things changed with time .
But yeah , I also have good memories with them😊
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Like!! Thank you for publishing this awesome article.
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