Since I am a new kid (grown-up) on the blog, let me give you a sneak-peek into my life. I have a small, loving, wonderful family consisting of BESTEST PARENTS in the world, a YOUNGER SISTER whom I have grown up with sharing clothes, accessories, bags and big fights too, and a YOUNGER BROTHER, who is the naughtiest of all. Having the bestest parents does not mean I never had my share of disagreements with them. It means they agree with our disagreement, give us space to explore and fail, and never burden us with unexpected expectations. However, sometimes, they can be quite demanding too. My sister is my shadow, three years younger, but more mature and clear in thinking than me. She is my biggest critic and doesn’t mind calling spade a spade. I still can’t do that to perfection. I never felt the need for a friend till she was with us. Felt a lot of vacuum when she left for Mumbai for her job a year back. My brother, the youngest in family, is ambitious like any youth and wants to make it big in life. He is flawless in managing things, be it a B’day party or fixing a broken electric appliance. But in studies, he was always lagging behind. Just before his exams, the whole house would be on fire searching for his notes and making him study. Dad would read out to him, mom would make tea for him, me and sis would keep laughing at the whole situation and silently, also worry for his results. Those were the days.
Such is our family of “Famous five.” We all used to live together, until I left home for my studies. I became a week-end kind of a guest then. Leaving home on Mondays (I hate Mondays) and coming back on Friday evenings. Still, we seemed together, may be because I was not at home to share that emptiness, which was not too big to be noticed. Then, came my sister’s turn to leave. She went to Mumbai to work. That was a big vacuum, especially for mom, as she was quite used to having her at home. Her presence had made my working away from home a bit easy. Now, I am a more worried. Who will help mom when she unwell, who will tell me all that’s happening at home without thinking that I will worry. But life moves on. Now, it’s my brother’s turn to leave home to work and it’s keeping me more worried. Though parents are kind of prepared to live alone (I had not expected but they have flown with the flow quite well), still heart sinks. The empty nest syndrome? When I am feeling so empty, how will the parents feel when my brother leaves. Since I am not working too far from home, I can feel their emptiness more. This was one reason I never preferred working in big town, the distance. Wonder, people go all across the globe and progress in life, and I am thinking only about crossing a state in my country. But then, it’s me and my family. So far, so good.