Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

Then Now It's finally over, my turbulent 20s. I don't think anyone would be so happy to turn 30, but I am. Finally! It's amazing how everyone believes that the teenage years are the most difficult. They are not. It's the 20s, that time of uncertainty and changes, that is. No one warns you about it, and most people just go around questioning their identities, their goals and their feelings during this time, and getting depressed or drugged out over it. Luckily for me, my sister, three years ahead of me, put down the warning sign. 'It's going to be very difficult, but after 27-28, it'll get easier." I have some young friends who are in that group now, and I try to be patient with them, tell them it's okay to feel confused, it's okay to not know what you want... It was difficult. I don't know how many times I have redefined who I was in the last ten years. I went from being a virgin to a wife to a divorcee by 25; and from a student to a journa

It's December again, the season to be jolly, and I'm feeling like bouncing down the stairs (bad analogy and a very a pain inducing one too). But seriously, how did they ever come up with a wonderful month like December and follow it up with drab January? Just like they decided Sunday will be followed by Monday? That's irrelevant though. I'm just happy that it's December and I made the first big purchase of the season by buying a birthday dress. I know this is going to be an expensive month, as I plan to take the girls out partying. Yes, you read it right. 'The girls'. Since I'm turning 30, this is going to be an all girls party. Absoultely no men invited. And only women who form a part of my cherished inner circle. I never realised there could be such a thing as an inner circle. My ex bf, D, used to use those words quite often, and I guess I picked it up. But it's only now I realise who belongs to my inner circle and who doesn't. And more pleasan

K is perfect for me. The only problem is, he is imaginary. I made him up, hoping to visualise my fantasies into reality. In the process, I may have just done something that I myself am not aware of. Besides, it's always safer not to meddle with the powers of wish fulfilment. And I unknowingly, may have just done that...

I met him in a bookstore cum coffee shop. Just as I knew I always would. I was sitting down, exploring the bottom most rack, scouting for some Murakami, and he came and sat beside me. Apparently, we were both looking for the same book. And luckily for us, there were two copies. And then two coffees. He was 6 feet tall, just the height that I was looking for, with a lean athletic figure, short cropped hair, face that looked a little lost and softened sometimes and would suddenly change to worldly wise and hardened at other times. He didn't love Dylan. But that was something I was ready to forego. Too much Dylan in a relationship drives one mad anyways, and I say that from personal experience. What he did have was an open mind, a desire to explore and learn, and yet that unspoken need to sit and stay in a place sometimes. All drifters are actually looking for the home they've never found. That's why they drift. It's the quest after all, for something higher and purer that