Looking Back…

It’s strange how some sight can trigger a memory. Today afternoon when I was returning from a client meeting in an auto, I saw a young boy riding pillion on a scooter tightly grasping a huge TV. That sight opened up a floodgate of memories. I remembered carrying a large framed painting as I rode pillion on Sunil’s trusted Bajaj Super. It was for the living room of the first home we owned: # 3, Little Heaven Apartments.

Now as we get ready to move to our third home, I look back with a sense of pride and quiet satisfaction on the road I have traversed. It was not always an easy path. There were obstacles and challenges. There were doubts and regrets. There were a dozen dilemmas and a hundred fears. But equally, there were so many joyous moments, so many dreams fulfilled, so many goals reached, so many achievements realized – big and small.

There have been amazing people I met during this journey. Some have stayed on to become my lifetime friends. Some have moved on. But every one of them taught me something.

There have been so many roles that I have played – and continue to play. But the most cherished role will always remain that of being a mother to my wonderful daughter Anu and best friend to my soul sister Ranjana.

There has been so much learning and discovery on this journey. The books I have read, the people I have met, the thought leaders that I have had the opportunity to listen to, the choices I have made, the decisions I have taken, the experiences I have had, the situations that I have faced…

They say “You can’t drive forward, looking in the rear view mirror”. True. But looking in the rear view mirror is sometimes essential. To get a perspective on the distance you have travelled, the milestones you have passed, the road you have left behind. When I look back I feel blessed. Truly blessed.