Life at Dec. 2016 last week in Manipur.
As usual December reached, Winter vacation season accompanied with it. I wished to curdle near bonfire which i already enjoyed during my school days and winter vacation. As Research scholar, the perception and selection of things get change. PhD student do not have vacation however there is flexibility for taking leave according to the convenience of student . However, i cannot forget the taste and feeling which i felt during winter vacation during college days too. As my entire college days were outside Manipur,India. I loved and missed my state Manipur always. One day before going home,i finished packing up luggage and waited for the happy going home day in those days.
With reaching higher academic ladder after joining PhD the intensities of excitement decreases. I require only just few hours to pack up luggage and just enough to get ready for going home. PhD students have separate leave rules we cannot stay at home like college kids. Before going home as more responsible older PhD kids one need to pave pathways what to do after coming back from home or others.
For the first time after getting married, for attending a relative(husband side) wedding i am going to home Manipur, India. Home is where heart is. Which home i should say, i love more. It doesn't mean i hate my parents home so i permanently leave to stay with husband. I leave my parents with love and i select my husband with love to flourish our individual life. It is natures wonderful law of life. Leaving lovely parents home was choice and it cannot be surprised too. Love makes bridge to easily to smoothly flow into stranger home as my own with CHOICE. Finally this stranger home become my husband and it became mine too.As a married woman, my husband home became my permanent home. As in infant stage of married life i visualize the destiny home to my old parents home where my formative stage of childhood were spent. I learnt how to say hi, hello, sorry and saw the seed of what i am today now. Winter visualize the warm water getting ready for me by my mother just to fresh up and bath before getting attack to all delicious home cook food. I spent and experience all seasons of year at parents home. However, to my permanent home (husband house) i am not experiencing with him and count the star of all season for even one single year. This is the life of a married research scholar staying in hostel.
December last week home come D-Day finally reached.My sudden lost home going excitement mood fly out. Mr. husband open his arm for warm hug from distance. Whole day in laboratory and good night with hugging husband voice via phone. We connect as husband and wife through miles and distance.Social life decreases during PhD life as more research sucks one's life.
Want to appear in front of hubby as lady charming, beautiful wife. O this life, as research scholar usually don't bother looks and don't give time for appearance and never bother what i look like. Suddenly one night before going home my eye do not give chance to sleep.I inquire my face and conclude i look nearly to Einstein😜 I start to polish my look.Finally there come the closing of that session and say to myself i don't look like Einstein look. I am beautiful like princess and refined like Goddess. All nails look great neatly trimmed and colored☺😊. All wells, beauty with brain is preferable no matter how struggle life at times in lab. for getting perfect result.
Finally reached Manipur, feeling like angel after getting down and saw my significant other. Happiest moment burst out.
As usual December reached, Winter vacation season accompanied with it. I wished to curdle near bonfire which i already enjoyed during my school days and winter vacation. As Research scholar, the perception and selection of things get change. PhD student do not have vacation however there is flexibility for taking leave according to the convenience of student . However, i cannot forget the taste and feeling which i felt during winter vacation during college days too. As my entire college days were outside Manipur,India. I loved and missed my state Manipur always. One day before going home,i finished packing up luggage and waited for the happy going home day in those days.
With reaching higher academic ladder after joining PhD the intensities of excitement decreases. I require only just few hours to pack up luggage and just enough to get ready for going home. PhD students have separate leave rules we cannot stay at home like college kids. Before going home as more responsible older PhD kids one need to pave pathways what to do after coming back from home or others.
For the first time after getting married, for attending a relative(husband side) wedding i am going to home Manipur, India. Home is where heart is. Which home i should say, i love more. It doesn't mean i hate my parents home so i permanently leave to stay with husband. I leave my parents with love and i select my husband with love to flourish our individual life. It is natures wonderful law of life. Leaving lovely parents home was choice and it cannot be surprised too. Love makes bridge to easily to smoothly flow into stranger home as my own with CHOICE. Finally this stranger home become my husband and it became mine too.As a married woman, my husband home became my permanent home. As in infant stage of married life i visualize the destiny home to my old parents home where my formative stage of childhood were spent. I learnt how to say hi, hello, sorry and saw the seed of what i am today now. Winter visualize the warm water getting ready for me by my mother just to fresh up and bath before getting attack to all delicious home cook food. I spent and experience all seasons of year at parents home. However, to my permanent home (husband house) i am not experiencing with him and count the star of all season for even one single year. This is the life of a married research scholar staying in hostel.
December last week home come D-Day finally reached.My sudden lost home going excitement mood fly out. Mr. husband open his arm for warm hug from distance. Whole day in laboratory and good night with hugging husband voice via phone. We connect as husband and wife through miles and distance.Social life decreases during PhD life as more research sucks one's life.
Want to appear in front of hubby as lady charming, beautiful wife. O this life, as research scholar usually don't bother looks and don't give time for appearance and never bother what i look like. Suddenly one night before going home my eye do not give chance to sleep.I inquire my face and conclude i look nearly to Einstein😜 I start to polish my look.Finally there come the closing of that session and say to myself i don't look like Einstein look. I am beautiful like princess and refined like Goddess. All nails look great neatly trimmed and colored☺😊. All wells, beauty with brain is preferable no matter how struggle life at times in lab. for getting perfect result.
Finally reached Manipur, feeling like angel after getting down and saw my significant other. Happiest moment burst out.
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