Really excited and pumped with enthusiasm, I ran into the kitchen screaming, "It's going to be birthday again !!"
Waving my hands in the air as a sign of desperation, I hinted my mom that I was probably to high with my aging or the happiness of all the upcoming gifts was just not sinking in. What was it about my birthday that I would start behaving like a maniac two months in advance, was never to easy to understand. However, this time of the year, I was beginning to feel different. Different, such that there was no change.
It's not like i don't move things around me just so they would look different. It's not like I am afraid to change. For most parts, I have changed so fast, the person in the mirror seems totally new to me now. I have started doing new things at a rate I cannot even keep track of. I am working at home, I am cooking. Ogh, I give advice on cooking, for someone like me who can't make a decent tea, this is quite a feat! This is just the homey part, where people point out that its the age that does it, you know - girl of this marriageable age and blah blah. But that's not it! I read more, I write more, I am doing numbers, I run my own errands, I oil my hair and I actually make an effort to comb my hair twice at the least.
In the black diary of my hidden thoughts, I failed to mention that all my life I was independent, of other people's considerations, thoughts, opinions, and judgments. It worked well for me in some cases. To that effect, I lost something very precious sometime back, and struggling to find it, I have grabbed every strand in the chain of humanity to work for me.
However, just to come off this one day this year, my birthday, I will make change once again. When the whole of my nation is screaming for collective change, I do my bit too.
I love my new self!
:)
Waving my hands in the air as a sign of desperation, I hinted my mom that I was probably to high with my aging or the happiness of all the upcoming gifts was just not sinking in. What was it about my birthday that I would start behaving like a maniac two months in advance, was never to easy to understand. However, this time of the year, I was beginning to feel different. Different, such that there was no change.
It's not like i don't move things around me just so they would look different. It's not like I am afraid to change. For most parts, I have changed so fast, the person in the mirror seems totally new to me now. I have started doing new things at a rate I cannot even keep track of. I am working at home, I am cooking. Ogh, I give advice on cooking, for someone like me who can't make a decent tea, this is quite a feat! This is just the homey part, where people point out that its the age that does it, you know - girl of this marriageable age and blah blah. But that's not it! I read more, I write more, I am doing numbers, I run my own errands, I oil my hair and I actually make an effort to comb my hair twice at the least.
In the black diary of my hidden thoughts, I failed to mention that all my life I was independent, of other people's considerations, thoughts, opinions, and judgments. It worked well for me in some cases. To that effect, I lost something very precious sometime back, and struggling to find it, I have grabbed every strand in the chain of humanity to work for me.
However, just to come off this one day this year, my birthday, I will make change once again. When the whole of my nation is screaming for collective change, I do my bit too.
I love my new self!
:)
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