“If nobody responds to your call, then walk alone, move on alone, proceed alone and march forward alone”
-Rabindranath Tagore (Jodi Tor Dak Shune Keu Na Ase Tobe Akla Cholo Re)
Being alone is nothing new to me. I had been left alone at home as a toddler, a bunch of times, when Mom had to go to work and the Nanny did not turn up. She recounted that back then I used to be so comfortable staying home alone, that whenever she got back I used to greet her like a happy puppy.
I do not remember of such days of being comfortable when left alone, but I do distinctly remember the days when I have been forcefully left alone. In my primary school, being a kid with the leaky nose, I had repulsed every other kid around and hence was alone most of the time with none to play with. In my high school days, the all-rounder of the class hated my existence, bullied me to the core and ensured I was not part of her gang of friends or any of the allied ‘gangs’ which were mostly everyone in the class. During those days, I have felt like a loser for having had no company during lunchtime on many days. Even in my adolescent days, my so-called friends deserted me after an abusive ex-boyfriend tarnished my image making everyone hate me…and before I knew it, I was back to having lunch alone and dealing with none wanting me around.
For a long time, I wanted to forget those days and let go of the memories associated with them, but today I look back to them not with so much of self-pity anymore. It was those days, I have come to realize lately, which prepared me for greater things in life, far greater than what I ever thought could be possible.
Being a single adult with a traveling job means a lot of alone days. Some years back, my Facebook feed constantly reminded me of things I was missing out on. So many smiles and happiness on engagement photos, wedding shoots, baby showers, and the photos with super cute babies did make me green with envy. Especially when I have always had to come back from work to an empty home or hotel room.
It took a while to accept that the grass might seem greener on the other side, but need not truly be so. For all I know many of my married friends could be saddened by the stuff on my social media which might remind them of their single days when they had the most flexibility and control over their lives. It again, took a while to realize that unlike many of my friends, I did have control over my days and having none with me meant extreme flexibility to do anything I wished. This realization helped me embrace my single hood and revel in every single (pun intended), precious moment of it. Accepting single hood was not an overnight happenstance, it was a ton of work and in the process, I happened to discover who I am– my likes, dislikes, passion and probably even my calling.
Being left alone in new and sometimes strange places isolated me from noises of the known world and suddenly to my relief, I was able to go about my life without any judgmental person from the known world gauging my every move. It allowed me to know who I am as a person as I was often being pushed out of my comfort zone, which introduced me to so many aspects about myself, things I wouldn’t have otherwise known.
Cooking and trying out new recipes after getting tired of the outside food; embroidering on many a self-starter kit to get over the boredom of long evenings; trying out different kinds of fitness activities like hot yoga, kickboxing etc. to burn up the calories consumed during the cooking expeditions; hiking up on so many beautiful mountains and hills nearby, biking around lakes and river; checking out the fancy museums and events in the cities I was deployed in without any inhibitions– I did them all while in the US. On the path to get over boredom, I ended up discovering the real me.
The real me, who learned that while cooking and mastering some kick ass dishes is great, doing that for others makes the whole cooking and hosting process all the more enjoyable. The bonding that home-cooked food creates is something that can’t be matched. I have made more long-lasting friendships through my desserts (specifically my Banoffee) than through any of the life-changing favors I may have worked on. There is a magical element to cooking, I’m glad I got to know that first hand.
The real me, who refused to be confined to the indoors and ended up enjoying the different sights and sounds in the US. Given, how easy it is to become a couch potato in the unknown land thanks to the ubiquity of regional language films and shows available at a click of a remote control, I had to push myself out of the hotel rooms during weekends, sometimes even forcefully. This helped me explore many a city and witness many a beautiful sight that otherwise would have gone undiscovered. It was while doing so I discovered my love for Science museums in the US. It’s these museums in Philadelphia, Washington DC, Denver and Chicago that opened-up my mind to so many wonders in the world and re-kindled my passion for practical learning.
And the real me, who had my back when needed. I have found myself in quite a few unfavorable situations in foreign soil when I had to deal with so many things alone. I learned to rely on myself because there was no husband or boyfriend at that point to protect me from many a vagary of life. Thus, I ended up becoming quite self- reliant, confident, and yes bold enough to face many a curve balls thrown at me, many times gracelessly, but then I dealt with them and I guess that’s all that matters.
If only I had gotten married earlier and had a family of my own, I could have been better off and probably been safer. Yes, I could have been married and been someone’s wife and avoided all those unnecessary circumstances. I could have said yes to one of those guys I dated. I could have silenced my doubts and married one of them. I probably could have silenced the naysayers in the process. The thing with such speculations is that there are endless possibilities.
I could have married a millionaire…I could have married someone who could have given me beautiful babies…I could have been happy (probably been happier than I am now)…and could have even ended up in one of the umpteen numbers of scenarios of a divine union. But then I can say with utmost certainty that even if I had had the best marriage possible, with the nicest husband in the world, I wouldn’t have learned so much about me, nor would I have grown to accept me for the way I am, flaws and all, the way I do today. And that alone, makes up for all that I do not have today.
You know, I have always wanted to go back in time to stop my younger self from making some of my worst mistakes. I believed for a long time that those mistakes defined me and my life, the mistakes which led me to being alone a lot back then. But today, when I look back to those days, I am reminded of what a wise person once told me, “If you hide your stories you let ’em define you, but when you own ’em, you could write a brave new ending”. Guess that is what I am doing, writing a brave(r) new ending. It’s a process and I don’t know how long it’s gonna take, but I am glad I started it and now there is no looking back🥰.
I still want to go back in time though, not to stop myself from making my so-called mistakes but for letting my younger, bruised self know that everything would be ok, eventually. And while at it, I’d visit my Grandparents, who were alive then, eat my Grandma’s delicious home cooked meal, and tell them they are and will always be loved. I no longer hold any resentment over my past, over my alone days, and over those who made me feel alone then. It’s those low points which made me who I am today, and that’s enough for me to say with confidence that no matter what, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As a closing note, I would like to drop this image of the collage that I recently framed and put up in a wall in my home, consisting of my travel souvenirs – some collected diligently, and some others that happened to be left behind to tell this story of my life, the story of my singlehood, and so many good things it led to😊.
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Beautifully written as always, Renu. And, so true about the grass seeming greener on the other side! 😊 You’re an inspiration for being so strong and independent! ❤
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Thank you Sunita 🙂 You are very kind!
Beautifully crafted and narrated. Don’t stop writing Renu, I thoroughly enjoyed reading the real-life encounters.
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