Life here in Mumbai doesn't wait for anybody. I wish the life was same comforting as it was in Indore (home town). Firstly you try and make pace with the city.. but it takes away too much from you.
I always thought life in a big city would mean better places, better lifestyle and better comforts which one doesn't usually get if he/she comes from a smaller city. No doubt that it fulfills every of that.. but it also takes a lot from you in return. It takes your TIME. One of the most important things in your life that you have to repay here with all the things you get.
Before I started working, I had all the time in the world. I could get up on my own time, shop according to my needs and whenever I wanted and always had enough time to prepare food for my husband (especially all those things which takes time to get done and what he likes) I used to do it on my own pace.
But since I started working, life has just taken a swing. Leave alone doing household stuff, the major part that depresses me is that I don't even get enough time with my husband. After going to work at 9 and returning home by 7.. getting dinner done, there is no energy left to sit and talk to your loved ones as to how there day went. Even our social life went for a toss.
And suddenly I realized... I'm the only one complaining. People here have been doing that for decades and still do not complain. Even if they did.. they got used to it and moved on like everybody else. Then why not me?
I just want that the best years of my life... do not get wasted and after reaching an age, when I look back I see nothing but work instead of memories.
I always thought life in a big city would mean better places, better lifestyle and better comforts which one doesn't usually get if he/she comes from a smaller city. No doubt that it fulfills every of that.. but it also takes a lot from you in return. It takes your TIME. One of the most important things in your life that you have to repay here with all the things you get.
Before I started working, I had all the time in the world. I could get up on my own time, shop according to my needs and whenever I wanted and always had enough time to prepare food for my husband (especially all those things which takes time to get done and what he likes) I used to do it on my own pace.
But since I started working, life has just taken a swing. Leave alone doing household stuff, the major part that depresses me is that I don't even get enough time with my husband. After going to work at 9 and returning home by 7.. getting dinner done, there is no energy left to sit and talk to your loved ones as to how there day went. Even our social life went for a toss.
And suddenly I realized... I'm the only one complaining. People here have been doing that for decades and still do not complain. Even if they did.. they got used to it and moved on like everybody else. Then why not me?
I just want that the best years of my life... do not get wasted and after reaching an age, when I look back I see nothing but work instead of memories.