I always knew the consequences of
getting more attached to people and places on this planet. On 1st
May’15 which was my last day at ISRO Residence, I had no plans to knock
friends’ doors at 1:00 pm in afternoon to bid a final goodbye. All friends who
were still in the hostel were busy packing for their departure back to their
homes. I was not willing to disturb them. But all my efforts of sneaking out
silently went in vain when chigsee saw me putting my bags in the car. At once
she came downstairs and helped me with my luggage. Following the noise, all
friends came out of their rooms. That is what I wanted to avoid... The last
hugs with teary eyes. Chigsee had put on sunglasses.. may be to hide her tears
but I came to know her pain of getting apart when she hugged me very tightly.
Odko almost lifted me up. DP, her mum and her sisy, turro .. all were there. I
broke down and once I start crying there is no end. I started cursing DP for
making me cry but deep inside I knew nobody has ever bid me farewell, the way
chigsee did that day... because we both knew that there are very rare chances
of our meeting again in this life.
Whenever I think about Chigsee, all I
feel is respect for her. Being a mum to two little kids, she took this huge
risk to come to India to learn new things and grow in her own way. I know how
much she missed her family & how eagerly she waited to go back home. She
almost missed sleeping at nights just thinking about her kids. We had numerous
conversations.. talking about her kids and how mischievous they are at
home.
Apart from being a Super- Mommy, she is very good host. She cooks awesome
pasta. She always had something-to-eat ready for her guests(means us). She is extremely
hard working person and she never leaves a stone unturned to give best out of
her. Shopping is something which she enjoys a lot and she experimented with all
tangible and intangible modes of shopping. She had a keen eye on all ongoing
and upcoming sales in Ahmedabad. In short she has enough potential to play lead
of ‘ Confessions of Shopaholic' :-P
As a person she is very kind. She always
treated me like her baby sister. How can I forget those numerous warm hugs
which gave feeling of ‘all-is-well’. I m really missing those girlie talk moments
and then laughing out loud, making fun of guys, trying Indian clothes, Indian
Face-pack in DP’s room and planning water–threat for SAT-MET people.
Those good times have passed but memories will always remain in heart.
So beautiful Lady.. may you lead a
life of your choice and all your dreams come true.
Tons of love and best wishes for your
kids at home..
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