When I first got the news that I would be travelling to U.S
after the wedding, I was kind of excited but mostly blank because I didn’t know
what to expect. Back in India, the idea of living in U.S has always been
considered a golden chance. So yes, all those talks did add to the excitement.
But the fact that I would be living with my boyfriend in U.S after marriage let
me think that I was probably going to be in the best place in the world and I instantly
put down my papers.
When the wedding neared, my parents stumbled upon a few news
articles that spoke about the lives on women and men who travelled on H4 and
why they consider it to be a curse. It described about the loneliness and the
dark times a person faces when they live on H4 because you are strictly not
allowed to work on a dependent visa, yeah blame the rules. Even as I cramped my
stuff into two large bags, I kind of wondered if life can get that worse like
how some people described.
For a while, I chose to ignore the warnings and look forward
to the marital bliss of marriage. The first few weeks were difficult as I learnt
to accustom myself with the new surroundings and keep myself busy while my
husband was away at work. As the weeks rolled into months, there would be a
sense of a dark depression looming over which was temporary to my relief.
There were lot of Indian friends around which made the stay
a lot easier. Yet, people have their own lives to live and are not always there
for us. It was fine for a while but the feeling of being wasted always crept
into my head. There were times when I wondered if I did the right thing by
quitting a lucrative career. But I would look at my husband and remind myself
that it was all worth it.
Despite the self-motivation talks, I found myself slipping
into depression every now and then when I thought about the future. There were
a few women around like me, but most of them on h4 had children so their lives
were just the busiest. Probably, the natural desire to compare India with U.S
keeps tugging at our minds. I increasingly began to feel that India was a lot
better in many ways.
Seven months later, I became familiar with the place and
people. I made a lot of Indian friends around which helped me a lot. I spent a
lot of time reading books and stuff online. I kept myself busy learning to cook
for my husband. As I waited for the next big thing in life to happen.
It’s true that life on H4 can be miserable and probably is.
But remember that nobody forced us to leave our jobs and get married. And no
matter what you do or blame the rules, there is nothing you can do to change
it. I discovered that though my life was miserable at times, I learnt to be
grateful for the things that I had. I learnt to look at the positive things in
life.
Gratefully, with a loving partner and God’s blessing, I was
able to apply for my H1 visa after a year of anxiety (getting a H4 to H1 is
another battle which you should be prepared for if you happen to apply a H1).
Yet, I agree life isn’t easy out here living on an H4 but
let’s try to help each other by making the most of it.
Sometimes, you are put
into long lulls of nothingness for a reason which becomes clear after a while. Just
hang on there and see the good things of life.
