When I am at my parents’ home for more than a week (like this time when I’ll be leaving after 10 days), there is often a bittersweet experience.
Bitter, because it pains to see them at ~70 not drawing boundaries with relationships, and allowing everyone to walk over them. And then it pains to see them suffering and not recognise the source of it. And then it pains to see them watching news while having dinner at 9.30 pm (this is for Papa, Mom has her dinner earlier sans TV).
Then it is a sweet experience too because I do not have to think about getting vegetables or groceries in general or think about getting home cleaned because Mom does that. And this time I had visited
So that is all that.
Nonetheless, I still prefer going back to my home in Noida because life is set there. And while it is physically comfortable to be in parents’ den, it is time they get out of “having to care for a kid”. Also, I think I am more emotionally stable there 🙂
