By Padma Dolma
Every one wants a life for themselves and for that they pay a price, a piece of their life, a precious time, a valuable contribution.
Just like us. Every student of Ladakh has a dream of studying outside the town and I guess I’m also one of them.
Like every year the migrant birds Go to migrate to places they go for the summers and go back to place of their winter residents, we are just like them, we travel every year back to hometown in summers and stay in other cities in winters or any other seasons other than the summers.
I come back to my hometown during summers and realizes that the traveling and migrating from place to place at a specific period of the year I had to return back carrying a luggage which is my ultimate cupboard, my closet,which is my only companion in traveling back and forth. Its quite lucky for those who have their own permanent cupboards and closets to decorate all to themselves, unlike me and any other kid from Ladakh. We only come back twice or thrice a year and sometimes never in a few years.
For what?
To achieve the dream and to live in that dream we have to pay the price of staying away and carry our closets all along with us whenever we are summoned back and forth. I wish it was Hogwarts where I’d go, and if it was Hogwarts I’d gladly leave my house without any regrets, but unfortunately we go out in a cruel world where people are more dangerous than Voldemort, we really can’t live a normal life unlike any other big city kid who envies us for having the permission of staying out, doing shopping for ourselves, traveling alone, in other words they just like the freedom we have of staying away from our parents which they don’t have now. But I see it in a different angle where we become vulnerable sometimes being mature or acting like one.
I’d say we have to become mature at a very young age to look after our own mess. The torment of living alone without parents by ones side is not a thing that anybody can bet with.
But they obviously don’t know about the behind the scenes life, as every attractive world looks beautiful, shiny and tempting from outside but inside struggles are the real thing which is a fact they don’t know about yet.
For me at first I enjoyed the freedom, truth to be told, but later I missed my old life where I don’t have to worry about the bill payments and there deadlines. That is something which we have to do when we are actually independent but for us being financially dependent on our parents yet we are independent in our own ways.
So, I envy those who really don’t have to worry about such things at the age of 15-20, but also we’ve become mature quickly on such terms when we have to live alone and don’t have anyone to look after our needs.
Sometimes I broke down, sometimes I cry and no one can understand my struggles other than me myself, so I learned how to get up even when I fall deep down in the world which I’ve created in my own mind because it’s me and only me who can stand up for myself that’s how I’ve learned to live this long struggling, learning and standing up for myself.
That’s what we do, don’t we?

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