There was a time when our family of four
travelled on a second-hand scooter on the bumpy roads of a small town in Bihar.
I stood right in front of my dad; my mom clutched my baby sister. And each time,
at every jerk, my knees hit the metal carrier in front of me. It hurt.
Today we have cars and a driver. Today, I am an
independent, single female. I manage my own expenses, finances, career, and trips. I enjoy the 24-hour electricity, which I was not lucky to have as
a kid. I enjoy walking on the smooth, tiled floors of my workplace. I enjoy living
in a metropolitan city. Although I am not afraid of returning to a small town,
I know things will never be the same, like where I started my journey.
I write this post with gratitude. It is
only now that I realise there is no fun in being born at the top of the
ladder; the real fun is the climb, the struggle.
Niharika Prasad
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