This is an offshoot of the post I read of austen_inspired about turning in the 30s with grace. As I went through the post I realized that there were so many thoughts which I could have written down while crossing the 30s limit, but somehow never did.
This one figure which tells you that you are joining the Greying gang. A renewed respect in the eyes of all and most of it I started looking at myself with a new eye. Cant say that it was always a rosy picture. The initial reaction was a panic which appeared something like : Am I losing time? Or that Oh No there goes my lovely carefree days where I cared a hoot about anything.
The pic which stares back at me from the wall shows a girl with a smile conveying:I am here to conquer the world. She looks silly and innocent but how much I would love to have that silly innocence back.The way she used to laugh and mock at the silliest of jokes, till tears streamed down her face. But that Girl is gone and in place of her stands a woman , a cynical woman whose nowhere even close to that Girl. (I know thats an old line)
Her attitude towards life is rosy no more and she suspects each and everything which comes her way. Maybe a better sense has prevailed and she knows that Defences should not be let down , just like that. Her judgements are trusted, her ideas are valued and she has a position which puts her above all.
But how much would she love to get that old self back in which she could run without looking back that someone is following or not, laugh and cry with same ease and most of all get that old Belief back; in this world and the people who reside here...rather than mocking on each and every action of theirs.
