"My journey-from a girl to woman PART 2"- This note is
all about a beautiful woman who lives a wonderful life. It is all about what
made her life wonderful. It is narrated in her own voice :)
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“Beeeeeeeep Beeeeeeeeep” the alarm rang but I couldn’t get
up, as I usually would. The bed side table, which was placed as close as
possible, suddenly seemed to be miles away. I slowly got up and went near the alarm
and switched it off. I was still reluctant to get up that day. Finally I got
ready to go out, wanted to spend the whole day travelling around the city. I
wanted to use all my favorite accessories, cosmetics and the dresses I had
treasured for so long. Those were the ones I had never worn as people would
call me a clown if I had worn. But all of those were my favorites; I was
someone mad and insane with a peculiar taste.
I wore a green kurtha, not-a-bit-matching red framed shades,
dark red lipstick, the pearl chain, shaded pearl bracelet, a white hat and a
gold ear ring. None of it was compatable with the rest but still I loved all of
them. I always thought people would laugh at me if I wore what I like and so I
always wore what people might not laugh at. Today I was ok with people laughing
at me or rather I was sure people will not bother what I wear, how I look. I
took a cab and sat in the window seat. I peeped out to see the city ,I was born
in, one last time before I leave. The air that blew did not bother me much; it
spoit my hair do though.
This was the city I was born in. I saw my good old school and
waved at the kids with the same uniform I wore before years.Girls walking
together in groups reminded me of my good friends from school. Most of them
have left the city before I could and a few more are waiting to leave the city
after me. A girl waited near the gate smiling shamefully at everyone.That
reminded me of my first crush way back in my 10th class. I used to wait to
steal a glance at him at the same place. He was a so smart that always made me
feel it was worth the wait. All the tiny-tiny romances we had from great
distances, the glances we exchanged, the innocent smiles that slipped our lips,
everything, and everything rushed as blood into my brain and heart. Slowly
faded the smile in my face as I got reminded of the farewell day when I last
saw him. Just like everyone else, my first crush was so special to me and will
be till the end.
Then we crossed my very own college. The moment I saw the entrance
of my college I sat like a small kid, finger on my lips, inside my car. My
college was one hell of a place one could be in. It had nothing but a
lightyear length rule book. I like my college for 2 reasons - I met him
first there; then my, few, friends.. Him and I, we weren’t in love when we were
in college. The happiness, the canteen, the combined studies, the fights, the
tears, friend’s love, friend’s break-up and the few staffs I love.
I joined a “Big-Name” company as a trainee and slowly climbed
the career ladder. I had so many dreams; I wanted to try everything in this
world, every field, every profession. I wanted to direct a movie, write script
for an ad film, and become a RJ, editor, software engineer, animator, house
wife and what not. I always wanted to achieve something big. But life was at
its fast pace and I never got a chance to pursue most of my dreams except the
one big dream of marrying him. After we graduated and got settled in life we
felt the love we had for each other. We were so much in love that we got
married and lived the past 50 years happily. Yes, I am the woman in the picture
below. Today I am 75 years old and I have no regrets. Doctor said that I am
facing death soon and he is not able to take it. But I am very happy to die
now, actually prepared to face death as I have lived a happy life with him.
What more can I ask for? Life was just amazing. I am back to my baby days when
I was so carefree and independent. He is a smart old mannow, who is back home.
dis is simplyyy awsummm n i totally luv d granny's outfit :)
ReplyDelete<3 i love that too :) actually made this story after seeing that photo only:)
ReplyDeletehmm..<3 <3 <3....
ReplyDeleteSeeing thrugh grandmothers eyes...:)
Someday i will be there too...:`(
@jyoti- Why sad smiley? Isn;t it a great feeling to be a grandma ? :)
ReplyDeleteGanga on reading your blog, One thing which i understood was 'you are good in describing things'. Your ability to portray 'good' things to 'great' are really commendable ...
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