"People realize their love for their respective places or things only when they leave behind those people,places and things. Here, I present my own story"
I have spent the first seventeen years of my life in Delhi. I am born and brought up in Delhi even though my parents are not originally from that place. I am used to that accent, that culture and it runs through my blood. Then I turned eighteen and the destiny selected Ranchi for my higher studies ( the place from where my parents originally belong- Bihar and Jharkhand ). So I got this college in the spot round; I was the last one to join NIFFT,Ranchi from my batch. And now the story...
In Delhi we have the hand bag culture that is the college going girls use the one sided bags instead of school bags. Hence I bought a beautiful orange coloured handbag. Little did I know that this new place will never accept the hand bag culture. The girls from my batch asked me "why do you use this bag? These are used by women not by girls". I, answered "In Delhi, it is". The same day, I had my workshop where the teacher scolded me for the same. I was all in tears. I mean, nobody had spoken like this to me!!!! In fact it was the first time , I was out without my parents. The teachers had never scolded me, and today !!!!! I was shattered. My friend tried to reconcile me but I didnt. As soon as the lab ended, I ran straight away to my room, called my mother and cried a lot; I asked her why did she sent me here....in this alien place. Today when I call recall this tale, I laugh but trust me I was devastated that time....hehehehehe