Sunday, October 24, 2010

A quarter century old

I'll turn 25 in four days. That is quarter of a century on this planet. Its kind of scary. I feel I haven't accomplished anything yet.
Yes there is a long way ahead, but 25 is a big number. Per mom, had I been married "on time", I would have kids by now.
That is another scary thing about growing up. Marriage. I never have had a relationship. Arrange marriages were fine until some years back for me too. But not now.
I wish I could meet someone who will understand me, my nonsense talks, my almost daily mood swings, my stubbornness. The usual stuff. What every girl wants. (Yea, i am not a "girl" per se, but I won't be acting my age anytime soon!)
In return, he is gonna have me loving him! Isn't that more than enough for anyone! Lol.
I live in Lala-Land. And intend to stay there longer. Get me my knight in shining armour. I will act all vulnerable. Damsel-in-distress if you may. Let him woo me with his sonorous voice and I promise won't torture him with my singing. All I will do is talk. And listen to him talk. And sit besides him, forgetting all the trouble in the world.
We all want to live our fairy tales.
Someone told me your choice of fairy tale princess tells something about you. Cinderalla. Yes, i AM looking for escape. To a place, to belong to someone who will pamper me. I have been the one taking care of others for a while. I wish to be at the receiving end for a change.
I am already turning senile. What's in a number you say? What is not in a number! 25 is terrifying!

Its like the sunset already.

2 comments:

  1. :-O me too! I think it's a 25 thing, like quarter life crisis or something, however I have different (read NONE) views on marriage... I'm too deviant for something so tame :D but meh - try telling the old folks that. Well at least I'm not alone about the life thing, phew, I thought it was just me stuck in permanent PMS hell.

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  2. lol, i am too late to reply to you. tell me about "life". its a permanent hell i tell you!

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