Ageing Me

Good evening! I am accompanied on this post by a hot aromatic cup of masala chai and memories.

I have witnessed 12,075 beautiful mornings. Life indeed is long when I look at it that way. Do I remember how I spent each of them? I wish I could.

So this morning when a school friend tagged me in a group picture of us from 6th grade, she forced me down memory lane and I began to have a conversation with myself again about my unfulfilled life. I have been doing that quite a lot lately. Let's find out why.

Tinderella

You have a match! 

The excitement I feel is slightly lesser than what I would have felt if I had matched with Shahrukh Khan. Neither does it mean that I have found the man of my dreams because I have already found him. It is another thing that I can't be with him. 

Hell bound

I had a very rough night. I should blame one of my closest friends for making me go through this torture again because he convinced me that I need to be there for my aging parents. Yet he wasn't there when I needed to be rescued from the mess he put me into. So I did what I know how to do best- escape to sanity!