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Finally, I was going to Ranchi and I was happy about it. Not that I wanted it whole heartedly though. Me and Ma pondered over a million issues that will arise and used each and every of them as an excuse against sending me. There were fears of me not being able to adjust in a place away from my family. There were fears and rumours of ragging being very harsh in “these” schools in cities. I was also afraid of a few things. I have never been away from my family for more than barely 5 days. So it was natural for me to fear what could be out there in the world.

I knew i will get to see many things that were not here in Pusa. I knew that life will never be the same as I will be on my own although I would be living with my chacha’s family. It was understood that now I am supposed to be a more responsible and confident person than I had been till that time. I was happy about the fact that I would be tasting the wine of independence and will enjoy every moment of it.

After many sessions with Ma and Papa, and some telephonic conversations with chacha, chachi and chiku, I was getting to get rid of the fear thaat had been in my insides for so many days. It was decided that I will be going to DAV JVM Shyamali, the same school my cousin Chiku used to go. Plan was to make the two of us study together and keep us in strict discipline of chacha. :p

Anyways, me and papa went to Ranchi and I got admitted in the school based on my Xth board marks. I was really proud of myself. I got afternoon session, to my delight as it would mean that I would be attending school in a complete new timing. “It will be great experience.”, I thought to myself. Anyways, we returned soon and went to Vaishno Devi for week.I wish I could go one more time.

When we returned, there was barely anytime for us to be with each other(me and my family). Shopping and discussions were all we could think. My parents always kept telling me how to behave and what not to do. There were days when I saw Ma crying for I will be leaving in a matter of 4-5 days. She always loved me most, even though when I have behaved in a very bad manner with her at times. Perhaps there are some things which only parents can feel. I always get amused at why they keep worrying about me. But then, that’s what all parents do. Their children are their motive of life. I should perhaps behave much more better with them. They deserve more than what I give them. 😦

Anyways, came the fateful day of 28th June, exactly one month after my results were announced, and I left for an unknown city. Behind I left not only my parents, but my friends and my childhood. I was a child no more. I would not be getting the comfort of my OWN house and the food from my Ma’s kitchen. I would not have my father by my side to support me nor my little sister to play with and get angry at. I knew that new things were waiting for me. New friends, new things, new life.

What I didn’t think was that there would be a girl also.