Last year, I dismantled my family. I justified it in many ways (and in many posts), but the fact remains that I single-handedly broke up the family unit I had created with so much love, scattering it into three pieces. I pontificated a lot about my adjustment issues, but it was not I who had to make the most adjustments while things were being changed out of my control. I rationalized that letting go is part of life, but that's easy to say because I was not the one who had everything taken away from me at once by somebody else's decision. It was Atreya!
And he handled it stoically, without once making me feel it was unfair or harsh to him. It took me almost a year to figure that out all by myself.
In the little time that he has spent in our small village, Atreya has done many things he had never done before in the super-city he grew up in. He has made friends from all over the world, hosted many parties, mixed strange cocktails, honed his photography skills, learned to drive a scooter and a car, cooked for himself and his colleagues, taken care of his sister's schoolwork, and set new records of coffee consumption!
He has also got his hands dirty (pun intended) doing grassroots environment work, cleaning up the village he now calls home. He has talked to villagers about the need to segregate and store waste for him to collect, set up processes to streamline collection and segregation, collected and segregated waste himself from hundreds of households, dealt with government bodies for recycling waste, motivated other youngsters by giving lectures in schools and colleges, and impressed everyone, including me, with his excellent work ethics and passion.
Today, roles are reversed. I am known by him. I am Atreya's mom.
And I couldn't be prouder!