I wanted to write this post two weeks back. But who am I to
decide the fate of this post. It probably was meant to be written only now. The
year is still new and people still keep writing the year as 2013 by mistake, so
I here you go.
I don’t mean to sound clichéd, but as far as I can recollect
I think the events and memories of 2013 would remain etched in my mind for a
long time. Be it brewing my own cup of coffee for a few months or waking up
purely with the help of an alarm, an activity which I wouldn’t have even
attempted earlier. Since mom was away trying to welcome a new member in the
family, I single-handedly tried and managed to run a household. Since I was
home alone for a considerable time, that was then time when a few definitions were
redefined.
I learnt that shopping also includes buying milk, veggies
and stocking the fridge with not just ready-to-eat food items, but with the raw
materials as well. I learnt that cooking was not just about preparing Carrot Halwa or baking a cake when I wished to, but an activity that would require me
to prepare rice, Chappthi, Subji and other normal, routine food. I learnt it is
easy to prepare the perfect cup of coffee/tea once in a while, and that
preparing it the perfect way on a daily basis was quite a task. I learnt that
cleaning did not mean dusting things once a quarter, but something that has to
be done daily or at least on a weekly basis and not when I had to mood to clean
up.