Getting the Apartment
I was put up at the guest house. It was a level below the ground and had six rooms. The worst part being to share the kitchens and bathroom. Aonther disadvantage was that there were no one around and the huge place will swall0w you into its lonelyness. Its a good place to be put up for a week and after that you constantly keep thinking when you will find your own apartment! With the help of the researchers who have already found apartments, I contacted an agency and fixed up an appointment to see one near my institute. It was the only one I saw and I decided right on it. I did not have many expectations. Just that it should be near the Institute and in the city and I just got the right one. On the 5th floor, facing the huge clock of a church, I moved in just two weeks after I reached here.
Moving in was a different experience. I had to do so many things on my own and it was the first time. I was so amazed that I had to take decisions and do all these on my own. I would have never hurried up to grow had I know all these! Had to list down things I needed to buy. My furniture consisting of a bed, table and two chairs and utensils to cook. Surprisingly it took me less than an hour to buy all these. Funny I thought, after spending hours together with my friends in the shopping malls just buy a hand towel, I managed to shop for my house in an hour! But then, spent hours looking for flowers and flower pots and then decided that I will buy them later! Then spent hours looking at carpets, yet again I decided to buy them later!
Finally, my abode was set up and I was so particular about a comfortable bed. Sleep is the most important thing to me and I always want a blissful one. No compromise on that. Got two pillows, a wollen blanket and a cotton pullover to manage chilly nights. Blue bedsheets make me feel am sleeping on the clouds!
Yet another different feeling was when I had to cook for myself for the first time. All the days when I cooked at home, I always knew that it was for everyone and I never felt it as a burden. Now, just for myself, I feel I can survive without cooking. But afterall am just a phd student with a decent pay. So, have to self cook without complaints! Its very odd. Cooking, eating and cleaning up. At the end you feel that you have spent a good 90 minutes without feeling the time stretching on, but not the satisfaction of a happy cooked dinner!
Suddenly I feel responsible.. but I dont want to!! Do I have an option ?!!

The new responsibilities sometimes makes us hope that we were kids again, and somebody else could just take care of them for us…. I so know what you mean…. But then its an adventure on its own. And hey.. atleast you could cook before.. imagine people like me….!! we have to experiment on ourselves…. now where s the motivation to cook for oneself in that.. esp when yo know that its not going to taste one bit like amma s !!! :”(