Its been such a long time. As in 7 odd years of writing in this space. Truly unbecoming of me.
One again, thanks a ton Reenu Acha for reminding me of the days i used to write. I owe that to you. It rekindled memories. Fond ones, of vibrant solitude , of introspection, musings , thoughts and feelings.
I myself could not help think about the coincidence , barely an intended one, that I was writing this the first time after marriage. And I have been married for 7 years now. Hmm...not small an achievement again.
Life took so many turns. It breaked, puffed, again cruised, huffed in between again. But still I love the idea of being married, of being a mother , of being loved. So lucky me.
I keep wondering about the present generation. Not that I am an oldie, far apart from the one I am talking. But ,now are the days where commitment is such a thought about concept, true life partners a rare commodity and girls fearful of making a life long commitments in the form of marriage. But I remember back in 2013, i was so clear that I wanted this charmy mess. I was done with being single, sometimes alone too. I wanted company. Someone to fight with. Someone to cause trouble for. Someone to be of help too, sometimes.
Looking back, though not very long back, as in they do sitting in 60s, i feel, so far things have been so refreshing, unique, bumpy at times, but truly worth the challenge.
Thanks etta.i know you may not even see this. But, this one is for you. And to our ways and togetherness.
One again, thanks a ton Reenu Acha for reminding me of the days i used to write. I owe that to you. It rekindled memories. Fond ones, of vibrant solitude , of introspection, musings , thoughts and feelings.
I myself could not help think about the coincidence , barely an intended one, that I was writing this the first time after marriage. And I have been married for 7 years now. Hmm...not small an achievement again.
Life took so many turns. It breaked, puffed, again cruised, huffed in between again. But still I love the idea of being married, of being a mother , of being loved. So lucky me.
I keep wondering about the present generation. Not that I am an oldie, far apart from the one I am talking. But ,now are the days where commitment is such a thought about concept, true life partners a rare commodity and girls fearful of making a life long commitments in the form of marriage. But I remember back in 2013, i was so clear that I wanted this charmy mess. I was done with being single, sometimes alone too. I wanted company. Someone to fight with. Someone to cause trouble for. Someone to be of help too, sometimes.
Looking back, though not very long back, as in they do sitting in 60s, i feel, so far things have been so refreshing, unique, bumpy at times, but truly worth the challenge.
Thanks etta.i know you may not even see this. But, this one is for you. And to our ways and togetherness.
