As I Grow Older…

 As I grow older I appreciate Mohd. Rafi more. Sure Kishore Kumar still sings only for me but Rafi has his own magic. And on some days, it’s he who comforts me. And I don’t feel guilty for turning to him.

As I grow older I prefer to keep my cell on silent. And even if I miss a very important call from a very important person, my world doesn’t fall apart.

As I grow older I prefer to stick to my favourites while placing an order in a restaurant. Experimentation is fine but not when you are really hungry.

As I grow older I’ve come to abhor loud music and parties want me to run away to Ranchi.

As I grow older I go for the story and not the title.

As I grow older I’ve become alarmingly possessive about my Sundays. One Sunday every week is My Day and nobody can own it.

As I grow older I’ve come to realize that the only relationship that truly matters is the one I have with myself. Rest all is learning. This one is eternal.

As I grow older I miss my home even if I go out only for three hours.

As I grow older I’ve realized that everything is NOT about me and yet everything IS me.