Saturday 26 June 2021
I am writting this one because i think if one day after today ,one day after 1 year or many years i can come back and read this ,so here it is….
being 24 ,being 24 was fun it started with a birthday in quarantine and it was with my sister whom i share my birthday with,so we both turned 24 and we were sad that we did not get to see our family in nearly 4 months.We were just hanging around at our pg just drinking cartons of frooty(dont know what it is ?its a softdrink) and office was a mess,work was a mess,mind was a mess, but life and routine was organised at that point of time.
but weeks later we flew home,my first flight.
it was stress ful being 24 you are not a child anymore,still felt quesy,I was stressed with a prospect of arranged marriage which got me engaged (i was so stupid) and it didn’t end up in a marriage.so that happened and then the wedding is cancelled and I am happyyy…
I grew into and out of shape within this past year. 2020 was a weird year with lots of tiktok watching until it got banned in India,and lot of self caring and months later not caring for anything at all.see it was fine for sometime and then opposite for some reason.
Right now I am with my amma and my ammama(mom and grandmother),I am happy to be spending time with them even though work takes up most of it.I am currently reading 3 books simultaneously :
1.shadow and bone,2.second sex and 3.Kitchen by banana yoshimoto
i went to pondicherry and gokarana,2 places almost same with beaches some travelling during the relaxed restrictions which were okay trips.a lot of drama you see.but i do have some memories to cherish.this was right after the engagement so i was most definitely at my lowest.It was pathetic at one point to think it will all be alright.everything was going to be fine.
But then right now when I am writting this,which is the say before I turned 25,its alright,like at this moment,I am fine.
so being 24 is like:
you know being scared yet trying to be strong,self sufficient,but freaking out for getting older that is what 24 was for me.maybe if Pandemic was not here things would have been different but then we never know.
I started buying book paperbacks. these days with being at home not having much spending I am buying books now,and thanks to pandemic again ,i started drawing .Also I got a new book shelf.
at some point though felt so horrible and disheartened that I stopped writing which was also scary.
So it was altogether a scary year.I hope 25 is better but then its just me right,all we feel is the culmination of our thoughts.And still trying to figure out how to live life since I think no one really knows,will just eyeball it.
its still not,i hope when the future me is reading this things are better,pandemic wise.
PS:Today I turned 25.