The boobs have deflated back to their normal self (I felt a sort of obligation to inform this because of the voracious commenting on the previous blog) Quite strange that this happened! My theory is that maybe God was giving me one last chance to feel young and voluptuous before it snatched away my glory of youth forever and I so disrespected his favour. He got really mad and did this.
Let me change the subject before I get anymore melodramatic about ‘aging’.
I do not feel up to this blog anymore. It takes a lot of effort to reconstruct the sentences in my head on to this pad.
But then again, today I just went through some of the older posts like this one ….. I guess this is the reason we all want to keep writing journals/diaries. So that we can read it after a few years and keep a record of how life has improved/degenerated and feel good about some things or mourn the loss of others.
So compared to then, this is me now:
- Wake up at 7 (or earlier)
- Sleepily cook breakfast and lunch
- Half heartedly get ready and leave by 8:15
- Grudgingly drive to work hurtling all possible abuses and then some more to find a good parking spot in the office basement.
- Work diligently
- No smoke breaks at work
- Reach home at 6:15 sharp
- Get ready for the aerobics class, get a new set of muscles aching every time
- Get back home – cook
- Eat in front of the TV
- Watch some mindless TV waiting for most awaited phone call of the day
- Sleep
And in between all these days, pay my bills and run around for groceries and wait for the “alternative weekends”, which carry me over through rest of the week.
Sounds like a good responsible single woman’s life.
But then, nothing can beat the careless days spent in the shadow of your ever-suspicious parents. Those are the best and will never be back.
