I am 48 .I may not look or feel 48 ,but I am.Gradually I have started to accept the reality of 2 minus 50,the phrase given by my 13 year old son.He never fails to remind me,the blunt speaker that he is being on the autism spectrum. Recently he has probably realized the fact that I don't like the fact that I am 48,he adds " ....but you don't look,so age is a mere number...and for me you will always remain most beautiful woman of the world"
Recently I am often lost in thoughts of my young age childhood to be precise.Most people who were best part of my childhood a are gone,be it my father,my grand mother,my Badi Mummy,Bade Papa ,Masi,,,..Thankfully my mom is there..Still I am often lost in thoughts of my childhood.Surprisingly my childhood was not very celebratory kind,reason being my own introvert nature.yet I miss my childhood.All the more for past 2 months.Nothing special happened except my decision of leaving India.
Phew!!A year passed...before I continued my blog.In humdrum of life,my writing especially prose always takes back seat.Thankfully with poetry I am much faster .Maybe poetry comes more naturally to me.For prose I need more concentration,a certain mood etc etc etc.This is COVID19 time and I don't think anyone anticipated the lock down life that we all are living globally,courtesy this pandemic.But the train of my nostalgic thoughts hasn't stopped or even slowed down.Currently being at home all the time ,working from home has given a workaholic even more time to ponder.
Now I am 50-1 i.e.49 years old less than a year away from the golden 50.In a year's time I have accepted aging,the fact that I am not a young 25-30 anymore.People dream of remaining sweet sixteen but I always feel like continuing in my early thirties.May be because I got best of companions and things in my thirties.As i got plenty of time to clean my home,I got to lay ,my hands on precious memorabilia. My class 6 to class 11 school report cards,my early poems,old pictures etc..Few things eaten by termites made me cry and realize that termites are nothing but lessons of ;life that destroy you if you fail to take notice of them and learn of them.
This journey will continue but right now I am glowing in sense of pride for my son.
Recently I am often lost in thoughts of my young age childhood to be precise.Most people who were best part of my childhood a are gone,be it my father,my grand mother,my Badi Mummy,Bade Papa ,Masi,,,..Thankfully my mom is there..Still I am often lost in thoughts of my childhood.Surprisingly my childhood was not very celebratory kind,reason being my own introvert nature.yet I miss my childhood.All the more for past 2 months.Nothing special happened except my decision of leaving India.
Phew!!A year passed...before I continued my blog.In humdrum of life,my writing especially prose always takes back seat.Thankfully with poetry I am much faster .Maybe poetry comes more naturally to me.For prose I need more concentration,a certain mood etc etc etc.This is COVID19 time and I don't think anyone anticipated the lock down life that we all are living globally,courtesy this pandemic.But the train of my nostalgic thoughts hasn't stopped or even slowed down.Currently being at home all the time ,working from home has given a workaholic even more time to ponder.
Now I am 50-1 i.e.49 years old less than a year away from the golden 50.In a year's time I have accepted aging,the fact that I am not a young 25-30 anymore.People dream of remaining sweet sixteen but I always feel like continuing in my early thirties.May be because I got best of companions and things in my thirties.As i got plenty of time to clean my home,I got to lay ,my hands on precious memorabilia. My class 6 to class 11 school report cards,my early poems,old pictures etc..Few things eaten by termites made me cry and realize that termites are nothing but lessons of ;life that destroy you if you fail to take notice of them and learn of them.
This journey will continue but right now I am glowing in sense of pride for my son.
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