Walking down the street

blogger 5“I give you this to take with you:

Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
― Judith MintyLetters to My Daughters

Long ago, I remember starting my day with a whole lot of anger about having to go to town, and the solitary main road of the town does not provide parking, what little parking arrangement made was and is consumed by the Domino’s Pizza with all these stuff going but when I rode down just where I needed to go someone pulled out his bike, and I could park mine. That was such simple thing to happen, all I needed to do was to keep an open mind and go with flow.

Now I am reminded of this incident again. The past one week, I have been trying to find accommodation, this and that. I have been trotting down to big bazaar and feeling Agatha Christie’s Jane Marple, who finds the supermarkets having wrong quantities of the things we want all packed.

Yesterday, I decided to brave the traffic and go for my daily morning walk. As I walked I discovered the very organization that I had been involved with had opened a new office right opposite, for the past 15 days I have been going right past these places and I was unable to find the location because I took an auto.

I discovered the grocery next building that had the things I wanted in the right quantity, of course it was a mom and dad kind of grocer but it was definitely more convenient.

I found a laundry that which was not only convenient but also economical.

I had to get into the flow of the city; its current would give buoyancy and accept me within its rhythm. But the first step of having to get into the city current should come from me.

“Settling into a new country is like getting used to a new pair of shoes. At first they pinch a little, but you like the way they look, so you carry on. The longer you have them, the more comfortable they become. Until one day without realizing it you reach a glorious plateau. Wearing those shoes is like wearing no shoes at all. The more scuffed they get, the more you love them and the more you can’t imagine life without them.”
― Tahir ShahIn Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams

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