Do we ever really grow up? The answer according to me is No. We don't grow up, we just start sulking about the things that we didn't want to change over the course of time.
My mum tells me when I was about 4 and used to attend a play school close to my house, I would sneakily check what my mum had pulled out to wear for that day and if it was that particular yellow embroidered sweater, I would wake up in seconds and get ready. Else, I could take anything from a few candies to several excuses to head to school. Things don't seem to have changed much, still when I have to rush to work and my favorite top isn't back from dry cleaning, I would just sulk and get going. Of course the bribes have escalated and are offered to self rather than my mum!
The tastes that I have developed have been due to the kind of childhood I had, the person I am is because of the kind of childhood I had, the colors I like, the fears that I have, the people I adore, the hate list I built - all have something to do with the period when I was a kid. And the things I particularly don't get according to what I have expected all this while, disappoint me. When we are young, we think - I'll be old, I'll be married (or not), I'll have flawless skin, I'll have everything figured out blah blah… Seeing many people close to me, taking a leap of faith with marriage I feel they are still the same! Then what qualifies us to be old, married or in love? Honestly NOTHING!
I often ponder - when we're older or on our own the freedom is immense! Does that do us apart? Responsibility they say is the unfortunate belonging that is given to us over time. How many of us really embrace it? Not me. Not yet.
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