Time Flies

The memory of losing a loving grand dad at the age of four whose wiggly tummy was my favorite seat of comfort to welcoming the arrival of a beautiful sister at the age of six, draped in a velvety purple blanket
Time just flew.
Building a strong network of forever friends at the age of eight, running around the corridors of the neighborhood, banging doors of the neighbor's while they were blissfully enjoying their siesta, and running away to endless laughing riots and the sweet memories of the first crush at ten.
Time just flew.
Twelve, fourteen, sixteen saw unfinished lunch boxes, the first failed paper and tons of incomplete assignments. The age where returning a friend's call was the most important task on the list.
Between missing the school bus and hitching a ride with dad, and the yelling and scoldings that followed, I learnt life's valuable lessons.
At eighteen, I was researching various career options and narrowing down on my dream list, as finances were stringent.
Twenty and twenty two were lost in college, where I often found myself questioning my choices and decisions and lamenting over lost school days, and where school friends started drifting away.
The age where I saw classmates turn into drunkards and smoke addicts.
Trying to fit into a pathetically hypocritical society, I found myself lost.
At twenty four, my family had found me a suitor, their preference was more important and their opinion had more weight, under their notions of welfare and well being, I didn't have much say.
At twenty six, I was being coaxed into starting a family and was being counselled at all possible occasions about the same, only they didn't know the number of negative pregnancy tests, I had so despondently binned.
At the age of twenty eight, I had finally found a worthy job. The time of my life when I was on an all time high, and had lots of acknowledgement come my way. I lost touch with old friends and colleagues took up their place. Money rolled in, and I was very happy exploring new places. My taste buds were expanding and with that an increasing waist line was on its way.
 
Now at thirty, I am finally rediscovering childhood.I find it easier to brush off nasty comments and and I know that holding on to relationships is more joyful than have a winning ego. I enjoy eating ice creams without worrying about calories. I go to bed stress free, not allowing the worries of tomorrow to eat at my insides.
I am savoring all moments, both bitter and sweet before time flies away.

Picture courtesy: Anonymous