When I was a little girl my parents used to drop me off for guitar classes twice a week. The class used to go on for a couple of hours by the end of which my father would be waiting outside for me.
The room had glass doors so towards the end of the session I used to start watching out for Dadu. Once in a while he used to be late and each time that happened tears used to well up in my eyes and stream silently down even as I continued practicing the scales.
And on some days, I’d keep crying silently even after he had arrived and was standing outside the door chatting with my teacher. I was such a silly five year old !
Today , as I waited on and on for a phone call fighting back the tears, it felt much the same way. And finally when the call never came and I dashed into the restroom to shield my shame I realized I was behaving like that child again. The child that kept crying until someone comforted her. And here is the lesson that I keep forgetting. Back then, not once did Dadu fail to show up. But once you are grown-up, you have only yourself to count on.
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The room had glass doors so towards the end of the session I used to start watching out for Dadu. Once in a while he used to be late and each time that happened tears used to well up in my eyes and stream silently down even as I continued practicing the scales.
And on some days, I’d keep crying silently even after he had arrived and was standing outside the door chatting with my teacher. I was such a silly five year old !
Today , as I waited on and on for a phone call fighting back the tears, it felt much the same way. And finally when the call never came and I dashed into the restroom to shield my shame I realized I was behaving like that child again. The child that kept crying until someone comforted her. And here is the lesson that I keep forgetting. Back then, not once did Dadu fail to show up. But once you are grown-up, you have only yourself to count on.
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