The City that Shaped Me



To start with, this blog is about How I Lived without the comfort of "Home"


For a girl from B-town and a quite protective Background, Studying College in a different city , staying in hostel were Achievements, I once relished. 


Yet, those weren't exactly facing the Real World right? We were under the Responsibility of A Warden/Guardian with at-least a few rules to abide by. 


After Under-Graduation , I decided to move to the Delhi-NCR for My Civils Preparation. Yeah, I get what you are thinking. Had my fair share of struggles and compromises with the Over-protective family circle. 

But I did move to the National Capital.


Like anyone enjoying the New-found Freedom, I had my moments of Joy and Fun. I did have fun with my friends , toured around, Experienced Near-Zero Temperature, Roamed late nights etc.


But the Need to Take Responsibilities is what made the experience a challenge.

From sharing Flat with my friend, Eating Food from some Down-town Mess, Managing Finances, Adapting to the Climate, Compromising to the Unusual Food, Studying for one of the Most Difficult Examinations in the Country (with peer-pressure, family pressure, Home Sickness and many other things added up) - everything was of course scary in the beginning.


But that's the Journey that made me see I am an Adult capable of handling Responsibilities. 

The feeling of Being Responsible enough to handle Myself is surreal and I still feel proud to have done a decent job.


My One year Stay in Delhi did have it's slightly larger share of bad/worst days, but I would never trade it for Anything in the World.


This isn't unique. We have all experienced the World unprotected- one way or the other, sooner or later. 


But, I wish I had embraced the situation much better and have had even merrier memories .


No matter what, Delhi will always stay in my heart as a place that taught me Life, Fun, Hurt, Pain and Responsibilities . 



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