It has been 6 years of being a mother and dreaming of getting to do things entirely on my own. If you have read my posts from 2014, you will have the idea of where I am coming from – a wailing child forever stuck to my leg dragging on with me throughout the house wherever and whenever I moved, my constant unsuccessful battles to get some me-time for me, my never ending complaints and numerous fights with people around me to claim that some time for myself forcefully and their cursing me with life-long loneliness in return and so on. I have come a long way since then.
Last week, I stepped out of the house all alone for the first time to attend the Women’s Writers Fest, first time without Dhruv accompanying me, first time even without worrying about him. It did not feel awkward at all and was a welcome change to concentrate on other people talking without his interjections. And for a whole day.
How did I mange it? Going on my own, without him? Thanks to the presence of my ‘supportive’ support system in my city and the changing mindset of one of the factions that I no longer need to exist only as a mother but also as an individual who has her own inclinations. In ways more than one, blogging and all you people have been responsible for this changing mindset around me.
I went one step further this weekend and spent a night alone at home with him being away. In response to those loneliness curses, I have my books to fill in.
I am looking forward to more such solo outings in the next few months.
New beginning hence beckons.
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