Metanoia ✔

1. Who Are You?

This place. It's beauty kind of touched me, ever since I came here.
No words to describe it.
Morning to night this place fill my each vein with pleasure.

I couldn't imagine me landing here at some point of life because I was the girl who was not actually a pampered child but was a family girl.
Always around elders, kids , cousins.
It's..it's..kinda different feeling.

Oh!
I forgot to introduce myself.
Myself, Avyakta Sharma
An aspiring gynecologist.

I came to Shimla for my further studies. My family was very supportive towards me not only me but all the children in the family.

Living all alone here, bit scared me but soon I got adapted to the environment.

The hostel where I was living was a wonderful place.
Smita, my best friend belong from a middle class family like me but I didn't know we will have such an emotional goodbye.
She was such a great girl, indeed. I found a family in her.
All the memories we shared will remain transfixed in my each cell of body.
Ahh! I'm sounding like a doctor, though.

Now, I'm going to start my new journey as a doctor. Finally!!

But before that, I'm going to a place close to my heart. People who were far away from me.
My hometown Rentachintala.

And...

"Ticket.. ticket.."

My chain of thoughts were broken by a ticket collecter. He was a lean person, with a big moustache.
I looked at him,amazed.

My journey continued and in no time I reached there finally.

With my loaded bags, I got out from train and saw my papa and brothers standing there.

I ran towards them, leaving my bags on the station itself and hugged my father tightly.
As if he was my teddy bear.

My brothers shook their heads and laughed at my silliness.

It was a long time after I came back home.

I smelled the wet soil, invigorating my inside, literally.
Those green farms, giving my eyes freshness.
Smell of flowers, blooming in the rainy season.

The atmosphere took me to the infinity. Something which Can't be expressed.

The difference in Shimla and Rentachintala is a smaller one. The people in my city was old cultured whereas there people are modern. Shimla being a hilly station and My village is in South but when we get adapted to our surroundings nothing around seems alienated.

Reaching my house I was showered with hugs and cheek kisses from my aunts and my mumma.
Dearest persons.

I searched for Dadi(Grandmother) and hugged her warmly.

The house was such a place I could never forget to miss.
Because the love they showered me with is infinite.

I came out in verendah and saw everyone having their evening tea.
I was about to go to them but something struck in my leg as if it was pulling me towards it. I looked down at my leg and found nothing.
My whole family was asking me to have a seat beside them, they were laughing and chattering too.
But suddenly a strong pull of 2-3 hands took me back away from them. I was totally swooned.

My sister, brother, were shouting 'Avyakta, Avyakta' but I was not able to go there.

BOOM!
Unexpectedly, a big lod of wood, hit against my head and after that I had lost my sight completely as my eyes itself closed.
The last thing I could see was my family, unaware of the former, laughing, chatting, enjoying.