I had not visited India in two decades when I decided to visit twice the last two years. There are reasons unknown to many, partially to a few, and in entirety to just me. At least, at this point in my life, I am blessed with two that are in closest proximity that give me unwavering support, lend me a shoulder when I wish to grieve independently, push me to do my best no matter how hard thibgs are, and never misunderstand what I have become.
When I was younger and in relationships that I didn’t quite comprehend, I remember not being able to emote in the open due to fear of backlash, somehow was defined by others on whether I was a good person or not, who I called friends called dibs on how to treat me on a dailu basis, and kith and kin who made it their mission to make their words no less than daggers.
So, why did I not visit Hyderabad, India, where I was born and raised?
I wanted to heal. And, do so on my own terms away from what reminded me of the pain, turbulence, and sadness. In those 20 years, I built myself bit by bit with resilience and remembrance. It was hard because I couldn’t find some pieces and had to create some from scratch. Somehow, along the way, I became a better version of myself, the kind I came to love and respect deeply, both inside and out. Yet, there were traits that just couldn’t overcome.
To be able to be that wholesome person, I needed to go back to the roots. Just so, I could learn to forgive, not blame myself for how others treated me, build immutable bonds, and bury those that brought me down. With my previous trip, I achieved a fair amount, and with this last trip, I fulfilled all. There was a certain peace, energy, and balance that originated from dealing with the demons that resided within. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth the struggle.
Here are a few things I wish recount. After all, writing is cheaper than therapy. And, who doesn’t like to read some juicy details, although the points up sound boring.
😝 I am now clear on why I didn’t take knuckleheads along in my journey.
🥹 No one has the right to dictate who you mourn for and for how long.
👿 There is a special place in hell for the nefarious.
🥰 Don’t take too long to tell someone how much you love them.
💑 Home is where the heart belongs.
“As the plane soared into the crimson-streaked sky, carrying ‘me’ away from this enchanting land, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing, knowing that ‘my’ adventures had only just begun, and the world was waiting eagerly to unveil its next hidden gem.”