the immigrants
“Good we are moving. This house is so small.”, said Vivaan. He must have picked it up from our conversations. “But I will miss my friends”, he quickly added.
For Vivaan, his friends are everything. Even when they are annoyed and tell him, “you are not my friend”, he will periodically poll them, “Am I your friend now?”. There is pain when he is out of the group. But there is no ego or insult. He is ready to go back in a heartbeat.
Vivaan calls us ‘aai baba’ in Marathi. For his friends too, we are aai baba. They trust us, visit us, eat with us, play with us. I scold them, comfort them, or play childish games with them. Like Vivaan, I will miss his friends too.
The reasons for moving are clear in my head. Vivaan’s new school is far away from this place. Our current ground floor house provides little space and privacy. The sewage plant ruins my sleep. And two of the world’s most venomous snakes, the king cobra and the russel’s viper, keep making cameos in our campus.
But this is the home where we spent some of our best moments. Sanika aced her job interviews here. Vivaan learnt to ride his cycle here. He learnt to enjoy the swimming pool. He became comfortable with sticks, stones, leaves, cats, and dogs. He learnt English and Hindi. From being a toddler who hated dirt he became a kid who loves to spend time in the sand. It happened here.
And then there is the stuff in between. I will remember the late night work calls. I don’t want to. But I will. I will remember being burnt out and having to quit my job to take a break. I will remember the window where I sat for my therapy sessions. I will remember where I broke down and broke through. This too happened here.
Once the moving crew steps in tomorrow, it won’t be our home. We will have checked out. This will be the seventh time in ten years. Second for Vivaan in two years. If there is a prize, I want to submit our entry. We are the true immigrants - moving around in search of a better life. This time I hope we let our roots grow deeper and try to create a better life instead of searching for a new one.
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manan dedhia
8 months ago
Rula diya na pagley.
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
🥲
Sudhir Joshi
8 months ago
Very touching. Satyajeet, you are blessed that you have such a good flair for writing. You should develop it further to write fiction. 👌👌👌
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
Thank you 🙏🏼
Parnal Sattikar
8 months ago
So well said Mama ..!!
jaee jadhav
8 months ago
Reminds of this poem,heard of it? घर असावे घरासारखे नकोत नुसत्या भिंती इथे असावा प्रेम-जिव्हाळा नकोत नुसती नाती त्या शब्दांना अर्थ असावा नकोच नुसती वाणी सूर जुळावे परस्परांचे नकोत नुसती गाणी त्या अर्थाला अर्थ असावा नकोत नुसती नाणी अश्रूतुनही प्रीत झरावी नकोच नुसते पाणी या घरट्यातुन पिल्लू उडावे दिव्य घेऊनि शक्ती आकांक्षांचे पंख असावे उंबरठ्यावर भक्ती!
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
I’m glad it took you to a happy place.
Ketan Ghatode
8 months ago
Beautiful poem indeed
Swapnil Bhave
8 months ago
Beautiful! Nice to see Vivaan and I seem to have a few things in common. Friends are everything. "“Am I your friend now?” :|
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
🥲 always.
Ketan Ghatode
8 months ago
❤️❤️
Saurabh Hirani
8 months ago
Beautifully written - straight from the heart. Honest, striking and poignant. Keep up the great work!
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
Thank you!
Mohammed Mujtaba Sayed
8 months ago
Very nicely put up, Satya!
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
Thank you 🙏🏼
Ketan Ghatode
8 months ago
Well written Satya-I love every bit of this writing. Your toddler has indeed grown up to be a kid, also your child Thinkdeli was born in this house❤️
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
Thanks Ketan! ❤️
Nupur Gandhi
8 months ago
Beautifully expressed! Though you've relocated several times, every home I've visited has exuded happiness. I've had the pleasure of experiencing five out of the ten homes: Minneapolis, Austin, Mulund before your move to Preshit, Preshit itself, and now your current Bangalore residence. Some of my cherished memories from the US stem from the month I spent at your Austin home. Despite changing residences, each one has radiated the same warmth, love, and joy, regardless of its size. Wishing you all the best! May your roots grow even deeper this time around.
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
Thank you Nupur! What a kind and beautiful thing to say!
Parnal Sattikar
8 months ago
So well written Satyajeet !!! You are blessed with magic of expressing your thoughts in a unique way. The words said by Vivaan I could actually feel it... I am definitely coming to visit you all in this new house... Happy house shifting 😀
Satyajeet Jadhav
8 months ago
Thank you Parnal! Please visit soon.
Hema Pandey
6 months ago
U should write more often..I think u are in wrong profession...
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