One day in Florence.

June 29, 2016 at 8:36 am |

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While walking through the cobbled streets of Florence one day, I realised how lucky I was, to be visiting such beautiful places and seeing something new everyday. Staring at the striking and brightly lit carousel, my mind wandered back to my childhood. Being a single child had its own pros and cons. More pros than cons I guess. Or is it the other way round? I am never convinced by either. Funnily enough people these days, naively bracket ‘single child’ and ‘spoilt’ together. As true as it might be in a generalised case, I had far too many restrictions to be one. My earnest pleas to allow me to even go to a friend’s place would go unheard or in most cases, ignored.

But here I was, in a foreign city, walking in the midst of people I had never met. Couldn’t help question myself, “Have I grown up?” At some point in the day, started missing my own city when the sound of two Bangladeshis talking amongst each other drifted to me. Chatted a bit and bargained a lot while they ingeniously sold me a backpack from their shop in the San Lorenzo Market.

While overlooking the vast expanse of Arno river, I thought back to the day, four days back, when we were at the airport, waving goodbye to three sets of parents standing outside the gates with millions of emotions flickering through them. I wondered what they were thinking. Were they proud of us? Were the fathers sad there woudn’t be anyone to fight with at home? Were our moms nervous their lovingly fed children would have pasta with carbonara rather than rice and fish curry? Or were they just excited cause they tried to mirror our expression? But am sure of one thought that crossed all of their minds, “Our daughters have grown up”.

Looking over at my sisters gushing over beautiful Venetian masks, I realised that maybe in some way…we did.

And with that warm fuzzy but somewhat scary thought in mind, we linked our arms and returned back to our hotel rooms.

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