I stood with quivering lips, looking at everyone’s faces which felt surreal, with my mind not being able to register a thing. As I stood holding the grains I looked around my house… the place where I blackmailed people with my high pitched emotional dramas to do things my way, the place where I dumped my daily use stuff without caring for where it landed, the place where I spent evenings lazily without caring for what I would have for dinner, the place where I stored my junks collected from zillions of years ago, the place where I stored my special food stuff away from my sister, who would otherwise finish it off, if placed in open, the place where I tried millions of food experiments with my sister as the guinea pig…and as I kept looking around, I started walking to the door mechanically...Silent tears rolled my cheeks and I knew this was it. I made it to the door and I threw all the grains back. The feeling was mixed, the anxiety of a new future, the sorrow of what you leave behind, the prospect of a new person’s entry to your life, the angst of a new family having expectations on you for no logical reason your mind can think of… The feeling is like the transfer of ‘ownership’, from one hand to another. This transition, from girlhood to womanhood happens in a few hours and you know a phase of your life is over, passed by your eyes before you knew it.
