- The experience of changing a light bulb. Yourself.
- The experience of going to the electricity board, paying the bill yourself and regaining your bijli connection. Usually, at home, the driver, odd jobs boy, or daddy's office peon would do that.
- The habit of listening to your conscience more than your parents. Their decision might coincide almost all the time but then that's the freedom that you enjoy.
- The experience of experiencing your joys, your grievances on your own. Sharing them with people YOU want to.
- The suckiness of kneading the dough to make roti and then the ultimate joy of sitting down and hogging all of it realizing how well you cook.
- The freedom to sleep at 8:00pm in the evening if you want to.
- The freedom to take anybody home (your house) or throw anybody out ;D
- The realization of right and wrong. On your own. And then the joy of kicking away what's wrong even if it's verrrrrrrrry tempting.
- The freedom of going out at 12 in the night and not being hollered by your dad to find out when you're gonna come back.
- The freedom of sitting down at 9 AM in the morning typing all this when you know you should be rushing to work instead, and not being harrangued by your parents saying 'It's time! You gotta rushhh'
- Escaping the feeling of helplessness after witnessing your parent's health deteriorate by the day. (This one sucks but don't hate me for this.)
- The experience of friends. Real friends. and very sucky roommates too sometimes.
