Sometimes change happens so slowly that you are not aware it happens at all and one fine day something happens that you sit up and take notice and recognize what is different. Like packing your bag and leaving for the day at 5:30 PM and being startled that it is not as dark as you expected it to. You look back and wonder was it dark yest? Possibly was. You don’t know. But you know today is definitely not dark enough.
On the same vein as much as I tease K about his food habits it is only when my mom visits I realize how much of K’s habits I have imbibed. Like not eating when not hungry. Its common sense right? Not as common. I grew up drinking coffee because I felt like it. Not because I was hungry. Coffee and other beverages were never really thought of as food. As something that contains calories. So, yesterday as I walked in and Amma asked “Coffee?” I said “No”. She looked at me surprised. The girl she knew never said “No” to coffee after a day at work. After a series of such inconsequential things happened in one day I seemed to discover how much I have changed though I don’t remember it happening in a cognizant fashion. I am not regretting the change or feeling shocked by it but it does make me think. Makes me sit up and take notice.
Makes me notice how much effect people around me have on me. How repetition causes acceptance. How it can be so gradual that there is no resistance. No wonder they say “With time all will be well”.