HOME IS WHERE THE PARENTS ARE!

Life was hunky dory for a good 15 years when I broke away from home. A career called and I moved lock, stock, barrel and emotions to the city of Dreams. To set up my home, hearth, house in a Brave New World. And it worked. Oh yes it did! Overnight, I grew up. I was running my career and my house. Yes! My house. My very own house.

In time, I grew. So did my mothers' caustic comment, each time she visited. Even a spec of dirt at my end, looked to her like layers and layers of asthma inviting piles of "dirt." Each time she left after "settling my mess" I could never find things. But I was just happy that I was queen of my own realm. The undisputed one. The only one!

Then life happened, they shifted here, my life shifted gears and I moved back with them. And there started the GREAT CRISIS. For them it was back to 1999. Oh wait, maybe 1984. For them, I was their own teenager who didnt know the difference between potato and potato! Yup. I was the inexperienced one. They forgot I was past 40. Each time, I ,meekly brought up the fact that I had run my own house, I was brushed aside saying "oh please we saw how you did that... you were hardly home!

And then the GREAT LOCKDOWN came! I was taking calls and running the house. That actually started when I was cooking. Naturally to me and surprisingly for them, "you are actually doing a good job running the house." I wasn't really sure what was said. I had to ask and the same golden words were repeated. Till now I was always the "unnecessary hoarder", "extra stuff buyer", "too much stuff lying waste" person. In the initial days of lockdown, all that helped. Perceptions changed, and so did my parents dismissive POV of me.

They say it does take a drastic day to change a POV, just wish it wasn't this lock down! Though am happy to be treated as an Adult, at last!!!!!

I can't say thank God for this condition, but thank God for opening my parents eyes!