Understand. And love.
We’re here. And we care.
What is it? Does it define us? Is it really important?
I’ve been plagued by these questions for some time now.
My story started in Kolkata, West Bengal. I was born and brought up here. All my firsts, starting from learning to talk, learning to stand, learning to write, learning to understand the world and its people, every first started here. This place, out of thousand other places became the reason for my existence.
How could a place so small become so important? The point of this post is to find an answer to that.
When I started thinking about this question, one recurring answer came to mind, my family. This place does have something that no other place in this world has, my family. It is my family that roots me to this place. My brother says “You never give up on your family.” Indeed! What I have learnt is that when everything else ends, it is our family that stays. Family never leaves, never judges and never hates. It has always been the only static in my life.
I believe everything is built on a foundation. A tree will not survive the storm if it did not have strong, firm roots to hold it still. A building will not survive gravity unless it has those iron rods to give it foundation. A relationship will not mature if it did not have the foundation of love, mutual respect and trust. An artist can never dream and create if he does not have the foundation of his imagination.
Family gives foundation. The courage to fight the world, to stand up for yourself, to chase your dreams, to learn to feel, to learn to love, to learn to trust, to learn to laugh, to learn to share pain. The basis for your existence becomes your family. The air to give flight to the wild creature buried deep inside your heart. It becomes the roots for one’s tree of life to expand and branch out.
It is a family that makes a building made of bricks, a home. A place to go back to when all else fails. A place to run and to hide.
– Aishwariya Sarkar