“Sometimes, life uproots you only to plant you where you truly belong.”
— Rose, Creator of BheyondDiaries
Hello buddies!
Here I am again, back with another experience to share from the pages of my life. How are you all doing? I hope you’re smiling today — and if not, maybe this little story will bring some warmth to your heart.
This post is about a turning point in my childhood, a moment when everything changed — in the most beautiful way.
After spending part of our lives in our village, my mother made a big decision: she wanted my brother and me to have better opportunities — something she felt we couldn’t fully access in our small hometown. So, we packed up our little world and moved to a new city. It was scary, uncertain, but also exciting — the kind of leap that only a mother’s love can inspire.
The city was the beginning of a brand-new chapter. This time, my brother stayed with us — no more hostel life. We lived in a rented house, and we weren’t alone. Around us were other families who also lived in rented spaces. Their children became my playmates. The alleyways outside became our playgrounds. Everything felt different — and full of promise.
A new school, new friends, new games, new fears, and new dreams filled my days. I was nervous, of course. But I was also thrilled. For the first time, it felt like life was offering me everything I once longed for — not in grand ways, but in meaningful, little moments.
And then, something magical happened — I met my best friend.
At first, she didn’t like me that much. But you know what they say — opposites attract. Slowly, we grew close. From walking to school together, sharing lunch, studying in the same tuition classes, to roaming around after school, we built a bond that has lasted from 2009 till now. Yes, we’re still best friends — and I believe we’ll stay that way until our last breath.
Back at home, life felt complete. My brother was always there. My mother’s warmth wrapped me in comfort. And the school was just walking distance away. Every morning felt safe, every evening felt like a blessing.
One of the most precious memories from that time was when my father came home on leave. He’d drop me off at school and be there to pick me up. He’d bring me chocolates, and just his presence made my world feel perfect.
I remember how I used to mark each passing day on the cupboard with little lines — counting down to the day he’d return. And the happiness I felt every time I woke up and saw him sleeping peacefully — it was like all the light in the world had returned to my house.
That rented house, with its 4–5 families living in different parts, was never lonely. We celebrated every festival together — and if you’re from India, you know that means A LOT of celebration! From Saraswati Puja to Durga Puja, from Diwali lights to Holi colors — we enjoyed every moment as one big family. Our laughter echoed through the walls, and our little balconies overflowed with joy.
It’s strange, isn’t it? How life can change so much in such a short time.
There was a time in my village when I craved even a small piece of family time. And then, suddenly, I was given everything I had ever wished for — and more. A small garden, a caring community, a school I loved, a best friend I could count on, and a home where my father returned from time to time with a bag full of love and chocolates.
In those moments, I realized something profound:
Struggles are not permanent.
They come, they test us, and when we learn how to live with them, when we adapt, when we grow — God sees us. And then, like a teacher handing out results, God gives us our reward.
All I had to do was walk forward with faith. Every door was already waiting to open — I just had to show up.
That phase of my life taught me that the pain of the past doesn’t define your future. Every chapter ends, and a new one begins. The loneliness I once felt only made the joy of connection sweeter. The quiet prayers I whispered back then were answered with a full, vibrant life.
So, to anyone reading this who’s in a phase of uncertainty or pain — hang in there. Your chapter will change. Your city will come. And when it does, you’ll understand why you had to walk through that lonely road first.
Until next time,
With love,
Rose 🌸
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