Life At Kala Vihar

Kala Vihar became an integral part of my family life on 19th November 1999 when I set my foot into matrimony. Kala Vihar or my matrimonial home is a society of artists who have gained fame in myriad fields of art. I can describe the place, but I fear any elucidation will fail to capture the colossal charisma it holds for me. 

My first day at Kala Vihar is etched in my memory distinctly-winter had just set in with a slight nip in the air. I entered the gated premises, charming and debonair, immaculately groomed (as a bride), but feeling a trifle forlorn. A feeling of bewilderment engulfed me....an uncanny emotion of having moved to a new suburb with new clan around me. The moment was unguarded... my mind already a bag of mixed emotions inundated with thoughts...exhilaration of a new marriage.... apprehensions about a new family life ahead...solitude of leaving my loved ones behind...scepticism writ large on my fatigued face. 

My house (11 number) in Kala Vihar holds a special place in my heart. On my first day as a newly-wed, I opened the door and peaked inside: grace, belongingness, warmth.. a fierce emotion surged through me. There was an instant connect. I felt infused by a strange energy..as if the house was smiling beseechingly and gesturing for me to come in.

Entering the threshold of my new home, my trepidation evanesced-the sheer tranquillity of the place brought an inexplicable calmness to the frenzied state of my mind. As I passed the doorstep, my mother-in-law welcomed me with a tray filled with fruits and rice, which I strew at the entrance.

I looked around in repose-Kala Vihar embracing me into its warm and congenial ambience. This was going to be my home for the rest of my life... I contemplated in introspection. "MY HOME"...wow, the notion so comforting and appeasing-the very instant it felt as if I belonged here, it was a moment of acceptance, a moment of realisation that I had left my maternal home and embraced this as my new abode. I stood there, frozen by the thought, unsure whether I was right in my judgement. As I inhaled a deep breath and crossed my fingers, my face lit with exhilaration-my mind praying silently for my thoughts to be true.

Strange are the ways of life, a moment defines your life. It was this very moment that held me...the moment that catapulted me from being a timid cowed bride to a vibrant zestful one, ready to take up the challenges of married life with unabridged fervour.

However, as days became months and months transformed to years, never once did I feel cheated or wronged by the magnanimity of Kala Vihar and its folks. 

I warmed up the emotion, acuity feeling and brightened my spirits to soak in the benevolence of my family abode.