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In the big world
When you start living on your own, you understand the value of everything: family, home, friends, but most importantly, you know yourself like never beforeAishwarya Shrestha
It was her fault,” screamed my brother, but he was the one to get punished, as I was my father’s favourite child.
I always had this privilege in my home as I was the only daughter and, of course, one who could do no wrong. I always got what I wanted. My dad was my angel who made all my wishes come true.
Then, life happened!
I wanted to pursue my dreams, wanted to go abroad and, as always, he made my dream come true. But little did I know that after crossing the seas, I am no one. Now, I was no more anyone’s princess.
I had my own struggles and disappointments. I had my own problems but dad, like before, wasn’t there to listen to them or to rescue me. It was I, alone, who made the decisions and, I had to face it all alone.
Now, as I stare at all these tall buildings, empty streets and street lights, I realise how empty and shallow I feel deep inside. There is no fun in being alone. The expectations created by the Hollywood movies and TV series were nothing but a white lie. Living in a new city isn’t all that fun and exciting as I was lead to believe.
Firstly, the weather doesn’t suit your body, then the local food isn’t palatable; and, when you try to mingle with the people, there is this barrier of local language which sounds Greek and Latin to you and isolates you from socialising with the rest of the city. And, no matter how hard you try to adapt to the new culture, new circumstance drag you down and kill your confidence. That’s when you feel you don’t belong here; that’s when you feel: maybe, trying to come out of the comfort zone wasn’t such a great idea.
But, when you start living on your own, you understand the value of everything: family, home, friends, but most importantly, you know yourself like never before.
But this one little girl is now growing out of her cocoon. The more I refuse to accept the fact, the more I will suffer. Now, I am ready!
Ready to accept the challenges ahead; ready to play the protagonist and not a victim in my story: the way I always wanted it to be. For the truth is: this is my story and I am its author.
For some time I had forgotten who I was. But I am now able to get my stuff done on my own and that is exactly what I need to apply in this big world.
It is as simple as that.
Cocoons are comfortable, but they are also stagnating. Eventually, all cocoons have to break into moths, or dazzling butterflies.
Shrestha is a CA student at IPCC in India