I always wanted to grow up, wanted to turn eighteen. I felt that adulthood stores all the treasures that are forbidden in childhood. I could be anybody, do anything. I would have no one to hold me back, no one to stop me, no one to tell me Deyasini you cant do this and I would be free. The very thought that someday this freedom would be mine made me so excited to grow up, to turn eighteen . Expectation Vs Reality And then, one day, I grew up. It happened suddenly. Just one sunny morning, I woke up and looked into the mirror and I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. I chased deadlines as my life depended on them, continued to worry about things I never wanted to do, cried for failures in fields I never wanted to achieve in the first place. I stayed friends with people I didn’t like instead of just saying Katti , you hurt me I don’t want to talk with anymore. I kept taking all of the unnecessary advice acquaintances had to offer in the name of goodwill . I took them all. But lo...
Give me a pen and paper and watch as I paint your world.