I stared out the window to find a long queue of cars- big and small, honking back at me. The restaurant at the second floor of the rope-way doesn't serve the best of foods, but it has a view to (almost) die for. We sat there today, S and I. It had been a long time I hadn't met my closest buddy back home. Our conversations have progressed from meaningless school talk, to serious discussions about the future and a phase where we sit and analyze what is within our reach and what is not.
His is a different story. Being the elder son, he shoulders a big responsibility. This is the sole reason why he chose to live by the expectations thrust on him. S is a good son, or at least I think he is one. He has been a loyal friend, a stable guy and, more importantly, an honest person. In a small society like ours, it is difficult to find a person who is universally liked by all. There will always be someone ready to give a different dimension to a name. But for him this doesn't apply. I am yet to meet a person who would hold any sort of grudge against him.
My story is an often repeated one in this blog. I have huge expectations riding on me as well but I have chosen a different path. I am tied down by similar burdens but instead of being around, I feel living outside and building a strong personality is the need of the hour. The capability to be able to do something will come only when I have become a name, someone who has the ability and power to bring change.
Maybe our different perspectives are a result of us being on opposite ends of the gender category. His being a son makes it mandatory for him to be around. As for me, I am a daughter and the fact that one fine day I would have to leave this family makes it easier for me to take this chance, to take this step. Is this really what our decisions were based on? I wonder.
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