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.
5 comments:
Nice! I know I'm the important person making the important call which you don't pick up.
Its amazingly honest and truly a reflective index.
Loved the bit, 'I’ve realized that everything is NOT about me and yet everything IS me.'
keep writing and visiting the source of this space. XY misses u :-)
ranchi.. heheh... freudian.
well this is cant be a story
nice post..introspective.
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