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Gotta do some adulting.

Exactly a week to go for me to become the dreaded 25 years old. Aaaaaggghhhhhh…. When and how did this happen? It seems like only yesterday that I was celebrating my 18th birthday , excited to be an adult and ready for everything the adult life brings. Little did I know that adulthood is not a measure of years lived, but a measure of life experiences! 

Personally, I feel I yet am a little girl who’s not grown up at all. However, its the little incidents, small conversations, random gestures that probably make you realise that you have adulted after all. 

I seem to have had a series of such adulting realisations. From a simple change like calling the taxi drivers “Bhaiyya” from my standard “uncle” – to major changes like handling the whole house by myself when parents are not around (instead of the usual lazing around and having complete dependence on the house help).  What’s more, my interest in book genre’s are also changing. Instead of the mushy love stories that I read before, I’m reading books about women struggles and the real life. That’s not stopping me from continuing to dream about my fantasy world though. 

All these changes and more are indicating that I am into a major adulting mode. And I’m not complaining. In fact I can’t wait for my years forward and all the lovely (and not so lovely) experiences that my life is to bring me. 

I’m all grown up. And I’m ready for more adulting. And I know the child in me is going to be there forever, which I’m thankful for. 

With these thoughts in mind, I have only this to say to my dreaded 25th year — BRING IT ON! 🙂

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