(As told to Dipannita Ghosh Biswas)
Every day is brimming with the routine monotony. I’m a mother, a wife and a successful professional and all these roles take up most, if not all my time and energy. Right from running the house to meeting deadlines at work, I have it all and unabashedly know that I’m doing a mighty good job of it. But when I sit down at the end of each day and look back, I wonder why there’s no ‘me’ in it. Such is the story of my life – not of one specific day but every day. Somewhere, somehow in the midst of the hullaballoo called Life, I’ve lost a very precious Me. Come to think of it, there wasn’t much amiss but at the same time, there was an aching vacuum that seemed to be deepening by the day. The Me was getting trampled by all the other roles I have been playing for all these days.
Till I met him! Till then I didn’t realise what I was missing. Till then I chose to label all my relationships and keep it crystal clear. Till then I chose to express my feelings just the way they were and feel good about having poured my heart out. But not this time! A few encounters, some conversations and I could feel the difference.
I could sense the Me trying to grab the light streaming in from the end of a distant tunnel. There was a noticeable change as well – a spring in my step, a smile lurking around my lips, a lightheartedness and a wish to embrace this new Me.