No one can wonder how a single moment, a single place can have so much effect on who you are.
It felt like i was just born ten months ago when my happy place my home was taken away from me.
I know i make it sound cruel but it's not, it was not even our house practically but I spent twenty two years of my existence there and when my father got retired we had to leave the place which i considered home from the day i was born. I heard some people referring to it as heaven in delhi atleast but how would i know it was where i lived my whole life, i never knew anything different.
As i grew up i got to know that it is a big deal to live there, it is an important place, from where the country actually works. You know where all important decisions of this country takes place, the place of power, the place of governance, the place where closing of roads for the VIP movements is an every day phenomena, where policemen, army trucks and camps, CRPF people, special crime branch dogs are a scenario you see while going on your evening walks, where the familiar sound of red beacons doesn't scare you.
The safest place, the greenest place, my place, my home.
Where I was born, where my father was born, where my grandfather had lived, where my great grandfather came.
I never thought that it is such an important part of me that i will miss it so terribly.
I never once thought that we would ever have to leave our home until that day actually came.
It feels like my whole life was a beautiful dream, a safety bubble that has been busted.
I never knew earlier that i can be a snob but leaving that place made me realise how different the world really is, how different i really am. I am not the girl i thought myself to be.
My reality was different then, i was different then.
Huge and clean roads, beautiful parks, proper pavements, trees all around, the calm and peaceful silence, that was my reality which somehow turned into narrow lanes, dirty roads, concrete jail type buildings, crowded streets, noisy two-wheeler horns in just a blink of an eye.
Whatever I used to think, i used to believe in seems like a lie now. It made me realize how easy it is to talk about the problems of private colonies when you live in a beautiful and protected area.
I miss that two room quarters I had spent my whole life in, that beautiful, green and peaceful place where my home was and i will choose that home over this "apartment" in a concrete jungle in a heartbeat if given a chance. Where i don't even know what the windows and balconies are for when i can't even see a single tree around me...
A cage is a cage no matter how beautiful it looks...
Equal Opportunity Cell at Lloyd Law College, good colleges for law, is trying to break this glass Ceiling that has been established by removing all gender discrimination based biases.
Heena Siddique , LLB- semester- II, Section-B