Change is never good or bad, you just have to look at it like a glass which is half- full!
My mother lived in a sweet little home nestled in a quiet Mumbai suburb. It didn’t last for very long as her father received a job offer of big proportions.
She was flown all the way to a whole new continent! For the first time, she saw people of a different nationality and was exposed to a totally new culture.
A big, helpful Punjabi lived in the only, neighbouring house,helping them to get accustomed to the customs and folk of Moshi. She learnt “Swahili”, the
local language so that she could converse with people fluently. The locals found joy in dancing, listening to and even making music while working!
Time flew and her father joined another Tanzanian corporate.Yearly visits to her grandparents in Chennai, caused tears to well in her eyes, each time
so she migrated back. Living in Africa her whole life made it hard to trace back to her Tamilian roots. Moving all her life had its plus points though.
She met so many amazing people, was introduced to unique cultures and learnt to be open-minded! By then, a migrating champ, she moved to USA.
She currently resides very happily with her loving family in Bangalore.A great person once said that life is like a road. When it seems like you’ve reached
the end, it’s just a bend! Migration is a part of her, and will always remain a part of her soul, forever!
by Anusha Ramji 7B
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