Growing up wid life...

I was a very timid and shy person in my childhood.. Would think hundred times, even before asking a glass of water... And staying in a joint family, just aggrevated my shyness.. I was closest to my naani... I used to ask her, what does growing up mean.. And she used to say, it means, accepting what life throws at your path, and being ready to face anything with a smile.. When I would ask her, how to get ready for obstacles and difficulties, she would simply smile and say, life is such a beautiful teacher, it will help you come out and face any situation you land up in. The trick is to, be aware of its teachings... Whenever I would get depressed, my naani's words were my boat of solace. Her wisdom, was my courage.. And now is when I actually understood her advise... Santosh fell sick terribly, and I had to admit him.. I was all alone, didnt know what to do.. I went alone to the doctor, and the ground beneath me slipped away when she said that I had to admit him... I am totally phobic to hospitals.. Never even visited people when they got admitted... And here I had to do a very difficult job. I called up a friend of mine, in panic, and he said, just keep calm, train your mind, you are strong, close your eyes and think about this man you love.. And thats it, there went all my fears flying away, I went home, packed his stuff... Admitted him... It was simple.. Even when he left for Mumbai to take rest, everyone in my family knew, that staying alone was like a punishment to me.. But i insisted on staying alone, so I get to know my ownself.. After all, every one claimed to know me, from my husband, to my family, to my best friends.. But I didnt know myself.. After this three week ordeal, I really can claim to be best friends with my self... life did throw answers at me, and I caught them...

Life does decide to teach u, nudge you and say "Kid! Grow up!! :)