Growing older
Growing older
As I referenced in my last post, things are a little iffy right now with my grandmother's health. I arrived today in Bombay to see her, uncertain whether this is one of the last times I will get to see her ever again. She's still hospitalized, and for the first time in my life, I went to go see someone in the hospital. I've been hospitalized before, but I've never seen someone I care about looking frail and plugged into heart monitors and IV drips. I understand now why that experience is so frightening for so many people, especially for parents who have to see their babies/young children like that.
But it struck me at the same time, that as unpleasant as that experience was, and as much as it has shaken me, it is simultaneously a sign of how much I have grown up. Of how my parents are beginning to see and treat me as an independent adult. I am old enough to be entrusted with answering inquiries from concerned relatives, I am old enough to stay up even after my parents tell me to go back to sleep and find out what exactly is going on (which has never happened before), and I am old enough to go visit my grandmother in the ICU.
It's a bittersweet way to mark a gradual and impending transition to adulthood, but it comes with the territory, I suppose, and that is something I will have to get used to very rapidly.
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