The past five years of my life has been spent outside India and in unimaginable comfort. Maids to do everything around the house, a driver to take you everywhere and carry your bags, handymen at the press of a button to fix taps, nails, shower heads......you name it and someone would pop out to do it for you. So easy to get used to and life becomes such a pleasure to live. Or does it?
Today we're living in a first world country with no salary, no job, digging into our savings and bringing up two children. I could laugh at this delicious twist of life if it were not so painful. Maybe it's the thought of all the comforts I had just 7 months ago that make my today so unbearable. It is not as if I cannot lug heavy grocery bags to and from the supermarket. I hop on and off public transport even if its raining, freezing cold or hot. But the sceptre of the luxuries I had makes me resent what I don't have now.
All the pep talks I give myself about how this strengthens character, strips down my ego, makes me more self reliant..... does not change the despair at the way things are now. I do know that life will change.....like a wheel what goes around will come back. But how does that help me I think and re-think a dozen times before splurging for a £3 coffee.
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