Dartmouth Diary: Yes, USA. Yes, on my own. Yes, job and own restrictions. Or the lack of them.
Over a month into being in this part of the world, and time seems to have flown right out of my shivering hands. The sun is rare and dear, the concept of sweat has been long forgotten.
Noise is history. Silence is eternal. Green is almost gone, fall is moving towards the cold.
Novelty is slowly wearing off. The change has seeped in.
People are few. Solitude is easy.
Schedules and appointments run this country. Google calendar is supreme. Sleep is rare. Food is a necessity, usually squeezed between to-do lists. Often skipped. Out of lack of time. Or effort. Or both.
A different life this is. Meeting new type of people. Following street rules. Wearing more layers of clothes. Hearing my name pronounced in the weirdest ways possible.
Making way through this new path. Discovering the bigger picture, the life outside the home-ground.
So much to be learnt. So much to be done. So much to change, so much to prove.
In the daily race against time, a moment is frozen. The squirrel nibbling on a seed while the leaves of Fall make their way into the breeze. This is a beautiful place. Colors as never seen before. Alas, there is no time to wait. The Google calendar has advanced to the next time slot. Clock says it is time to grow up.
The graduate life. The challenge is worth all the trouble. The experience is priceless.
Fascinating it is, to learn more about the lifestyle of natives here. More so, their line of thought. Their view on what is right and what is not. The disparity in points of view here and back home, make this trip all the more interesting.
A call and I am transported back home. Warmth gushing out of Skype windows. Nostalgia creeps in. But for now, cold will prevail.
*Remembers something about Mumbai, smiles. *
Hope to write often. So much to say, can’t think of where to start. So for now I will just stop!
From this side of the world, hope and happiness.
To all, a very Happy Diwali.
Very Nice post…I am going through a similar phase. “Food is a necessity, usually squeezed between to-do lists”…so true!