Time of my life - India

There is something about India that’s seems too fascinating and beautiful at the very same time. Being born and brought up in the Kingdom of Bahrain, the atmosphere set around me was very different and drastic from what I had expected it to be. Bahrain a small island, surrounded by sea. Mostly built on water, this reclaimed land doesn’t really have much of the needed population to stay upon it.

This makes the island a rather slow paced one. Time ticks here as much as the earth moves by the clouds spinning at a very slow rate, at which you won’t even realize. In a minute, there are about 600 seconds.

So yes, maybe you can say that it moves 10x times slower than a normal minute in any other part of the world.

And suddenly the very next moment I knew I was in India. Settling down, first time I wasn’t even accompanied by my folks for some visa issues. Here I was, all alone in a city I never knew, or a country where I had never been or travelled alone to!

Cribbing was the initial reaction. Every new change itched me to scream out and cry in anger and horror. But then this was going to be my lifestyle for the next two years, so I had to embrace it, or I had to whine over it.

Seconds passed, minutes passed, hours passed, days passed, weeks passed, months passed and years passed. It was soon like I was a part of this land, and could relate myself with it in every sense. The festivities, the colors, the fire crackers, the hustle all around and the excitement packed life that I was leading. The people who are so, clever yet so heartwarming at the same time, the lanes and the streets with children blaring and playing, life bubbling at every stop, every blink and every second progress, which you cannot measure.

Keeping up with this hectic phase, helped me even lose some weight, an added initiative. It created an independent, a girl who could walk without any fear, on her own and carry her very own life, in her own palms and nurture it the way she wanted to. A strong heart matured and tears which fell from her eyes were now the tears of ecstasy and accomplishment and not hurt or sorrow.

Every step seemed like a new adventure, a new challenge and a new achievement. I had a story to tell myself or others at the end of the day. My life wasn’t the same old routine one anymore. With each passing day, the country and the city became mine. I made relations which I can say will last for a lifetime and forever. The smell in the air, as soon as I land on the “Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus – Mumbai” excites my senses and tells me that I am here once again! For god, bad or worse!

India has become a way of life for me. I can’t let go anymore. In fact, the place of my birth now seems to lackluster. I wouldn’t and couldn’t even no matter how hard I try will ever let go of INDIA.