This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out a creative writing theme each weekend for Indian bloggers.
Mile stones.
I never thought I'd admit it...
I'm getting older.
Tomorrow is my birthday,as I blog,its less than an hour away.So this write over the weekend post is literally that-write when the weekend is almost over.
I should be prepping for the next week...
But then its my birthday tomorrow.
I'm not telling you how old or young I really am...no sir...
There's still that sense of propriety in me-ladies do not reveal how old they really are!
Not saying that I am old,just look at my young and innocent face and guess my age and subtract maybe 10 from that and then take away 5 for the happiness I radiate...you'll reach a number I will be happy with.
Any way,once upon a time,the night before my birthday used to be a disaster-I used to bawl my eyes out and cry about the time I let slip by ...
In fact once my tears literally caused the earth to quake...maybe 20 odd years ago there was an earth quake on the 20 October 1991 in Uttarakashi,North India...
Now,the tears are not there...
Its just a warm mellow feeling that life is not just rushing me by.The idea of going through another year just dealing with books and laundry and the meals and driving around doing errands...
Screaming at sweet child ...
Maybe a few years down the line,my life will be slow paced. I wont have so many books to go through,I wont have so much laundry,maybe wont have so many meals to set out...
A neat house far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
A lady with her hair all elegantly coiffed.
A coffee cup at her elbow and a book at the side table.
A companionable silence with hubby dear.
No regret about the days gone by.
Not a care about what tomorrow will bring.
Just that bliss.That bliss that the warmth of a life well lived will bring.
I want to be that old lady,with the beautifully coiffed hair(no,I wont color them then)neat house,and the happy silence of hubby dear,when just a glance will speak volumes.
I want to live that life ,where I'd rather be ignorant of all troubles.
Suffice to say,I want that blissfull feeling of not being aware off all that is not important in life.
I want to be blissfully ignorant.
I'd rather be ignorant and live in a blissfully content cocoon...
One day soon I'd like to let go...
But till then,I still want to be the one screaming,I still want to be cooking those crazy,high calorie,sugar high meals...
Still want that loud music and garishly loud colours on myself and on my nails...
I still want the high heels ...
I still want the birthday cake and the card and the fat ,shiny gift...
And the surprise that I will always have to ask for...
I want to live till I get to that stage when I can look at a gray hair on my head and not scream. I still want the shimmery eye liners...
So I am going to celebrate my birthday and stay 26 till all the anti aging cream works no wonders...
So happy birthday to me and to all those women who want to be young till they just don't want to be...
And be able to eat all the chocolate cake I can,without the fear of any disease...
So what are you baking today???
