Moving ahead

The remodeling life it is like sculpting a new human again

hugged her wiped her tears and looked at her one last time said goodbye and walked in with the family ,they assured my dadi that she’ll be just fine and all of us waved from inside . I looked back she was weeping I couldn't stand to see the old lady looking at strangers she must have felt so alone she walked slowly still trying to catch a glimpse of me but I must be fading in her poor vision as i walked further. I moved on and promised myself that I will bring dadi with me one day. I could barely walk my bag soo heavy with aachar , papad {pickle} ,besan etc. Soon i was lost in the beauty of this huge place called airport i had never seen a airport before it was so clean so cold and the toilets i never had been to a toilet which smelled so nice before I remember the toilets I use to use on local stations and this was magnificent the only problem being I did not know how to use them . So climbed up the wc and used it just like we use our Indian toilets but i could 'not find a bucket i saw a few napkins and something like a weird handle I thought it was a tap but I still could not understand where the bucket was started fidgeting with it when I it just flushed a huge amount of water into the compote and I got amused but I was proud of managing the situation. Soon we were into the air craft a very beautiful lady welcomed me on board .we sat on our seats one of the airhostess put the seatbelt for me I guess she saw me struggling with my belt. My boss told me that i could call her didi and her husband bhaiya because it was necessary that we communicate agreed with a smile i thanked god to put me in such safe hands .she smiled at me i insisted to give me their daughter so that they could sit comfortably that's when didi said, ‘you are traveling for the first in the aircraft aren’t you ? enjoy your ride you 'l be looking after nidhi once we reach home so just enjoy yourself'' she ended her words with a smile I thanked her .
After we landed there was a similar machine i saw when we entered the air port back in india but this time they removed all the food items that my grand mom had given me. I was in tears but soon didi told me that they don't allow food items for security reason this little check had ruined my journy totally i felt so embarrassing but i just didn’t look up to anyone. I just couldn't understand what harm could a jar of aachar [pickle] ,some papad [chips], and besan do? but as we moved further i was amused to see such a beautiful airport amazing really every one there had blonde hair i had just seen blonde hair in movies and that was titanic the people over here were all very tall and white rather pale i guess i did'nt like their pale faces much except for when i saw a dashing gentleman ask me for my boarding passes. The taxi service over here was unbelievable i remember once when my mom was very sick and we decided to go by taxi for the first time we had to beg the driver because he only wanted far off fairs and here the taxi awaits you it comes right in front of you you just hop in tell where your heading and he takes you. didi had a beautiful house . the room at the top was nidhi's. I was given a separate room too I never had a room of my own before .a simple bed and closet though but having a room of your own was great. nidhi's parents would leave early and come home by six till then all i did was give nidhi a nice bath , dress her, feed her put her to sleep and watch tv the whole day just when it was 5 pm i use to take nidhi to the city park my life was awesome but i had to start dancing so just as soon as nidhi started to go nursery i joined the dance school .i use to learn dance when nidhi was in nursery finish my class wait for nidhi's class to get over and we travelled back home. eventually nidhi grew up she use to have long school hours and then the school bus dropped her nidhi and i had bonded beautifully over the years .since she was all day at school i started taking extra slots for dancing . i was a really poor dancer first but i was one of the best over the years. but still couldn't make enough money to buy a flat and bring dadi here. it was tough i had to pay for my school and send some amount of money to India ,as nidhi grew up she din't need me all the time now they just needed someone who could cook for them and as a matter of fact i had spent over 7 years working here i should have bought a flat till now but london was really very expensive i really couldn't afford renting an apartment. soon i got a letter from