I’ve turned 27 today. It is quite an ideal age I think – not too old, not too young. Just about perfect. Every day from now is going to be a step towards really getting old. Till today, I never felt I was growing old nor did I ever feel old. I don’t today as well. But I know next year, I won’t be feeling the same. Next year, I will feel older. But then, why worry about something that is invariably going to happen unless ofcourse the Almighty has other plans!
So I am thinking. What should I be doing this year that I know I won’t be able to do next year or the year after? I always believed that there is a time for everything and, whatever has to happen, happens at exactly that time. My dad told me something a few years back that I could never forget: “Waqt se pehle, aur kismat se zayada, kuch nahi milta” (I can’t come up with a satisfactory translation for this. Sorry about that). So it’s my job to figure out the right time. I will be doing more of that introspection this year.
(Mysteriously the posting date still shows 29/9)