Hometown Never Leaves You- The ardor of a Small Town Girl

The Ardor of a Small Town Girl

Ever had to leave your benevolent and loving hometown for your aspirations?

Assuredly yes! Many of us had to leave our hometown for one purpose or another. After all, every one of us has certain goals that need to qualify some sort of obstacles. And, when it comes to a girl from a small town, that too at the tender age of 17 then it is pretty understood that how must it have been felt by her when she had to move from her adored home.

The adolescent girl that had to take off from her inestimable hometown was me and here in this piece of the editorial I am going to share the audacious journey that gave me zillions of memories (some pleasant and some lousy), conferred my experiences, learning lessons, wisdom, and few friends that are now no less than a family to me. Thus, let’s embark my journey that started from my hometown Tura, a small town in the beautiful state of Meghalaya– “the abode of clouds”, isn’t it the prettiest meaning? Unquestionably yes! My hometown was as pretty and stunning as a small yet a splendid lake, but poor me never realized that I will not get a chance to have a glance at my delightful place again.

The Artistry Vision of Tura

My love for Tura is everlasting. There is not a single day that I haven’t missed this dreamboat. Well, who won’t love the mountains, hills, waterfalls, and lakes? I believe Tura is underrated and this place needs to be perceived more. It is enthroned with so much greenery and delicacy that while traveling to my higher secondary school to home, I and my friends used to walk and cover almost 4km and guess what? I never got tired, because I loved to feel the beauty of nature that I was blessed to have been born and brought up among.

The lovely moderate climate was like a cherry on a cake. Loaded least with the hustle and bustle Tura is ravishingly stunning. How can I forget about the serene rain? We all are very much aware that Mawsynram is the wettest place on earth and opportunely Tura is approx 7 hours away from it hence, naturally we were lucky enough to witness the downpour of rain every alternative day.

While here in the metropolitan cities we crave for visiting lakes, waterfalls and feel a sigh of relaxation, there in Tura it was like a general dining place next to our home where we can go and spend some time whenever we wish for. There are unceasing things that I want to inscribe in this journal but putting an end to my unending love of Tura lets vault into the next phase of my life.

Dawn of my Voyage

It was 31st of April 2013 that I departed from Tura to pursue my further education in Delhi. However, here my life offered me the first-ever twist. I failed in the entrance examination that was supposed to entitle me for the admissions in Jawaharlal Lal Nehru University.

Here, it made me disappointed and dazed my heart for a while. But never mind I had something better on my way. I enrolled for Bachelors of Mass Communication and Journalism in a famous university of Prayagraj then Allahabad. In the meantime, I experienced the most wistful and sorrowful thing. My family shifted to Surat, Gujarat due to some uncertain issues and the already despondent girl grew more anxious. So, whenever I had my vacations I had to go to the new place instead of the place wherein I had been the most contented one. It was not a convenient task for a demure teenager who hailed from north-east to suddenly shift to the northern part. It was very heavy for me to pull off into a persevering city.

Hardship and Transformation

It took almost a year to get myself indulge with my friend. However, my friend circle was never a quantitative one; it has always been a qualitative one. I spent 3 years for my degree and during these 3 years, I acquired sophistication, prudence, and also some toxicity.

After the completion of my graduation, I again came to the city who had given me discontentment. Yes, you assumed it right; I came to Delhi again and did post-graduation in the same that I had done in my graduation. Again, here it was not easy for a hesitant and apprehensive girl to live in the capital city. Now, it has been almost 4 years that I am living in Delhi and doing my job as a Content Writer. Yet, one of the edges of my heart recalls the memories of the place where I had lived my life pacifically i.e. Tura. Nonetheless, I consider it as the part and parcel of my life and lead it with utmost affirmation. I hold my emotions by keeping myself tenacious and vigorous.

We have always learned that India is full of diversity. And I guess my baffling yet the modest life has placidly justified it. From Tura to Delhi-Allahabad to again Delhi life has taught me incredibly. Okay, which place on the card now?

Glee 😉

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Gayetri Gupta

Persistent with dreams and passionate about inscriptions. Gayetri is hysterically involved in writing, She treasures life and seeks to find beauty in whatever she is surrounded with. Celebrates Cinema, family, friends, and traveling!