No Generation Of My Own
It is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.
It is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I went out with an older man recently. Age, steadily creeping up on me, doesn’t seem as scary if it looks the way he does, a few years from now.
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.
I wonder if being thirty-four has changed in the last three decades.
miss how easy it used to be to fall in love. I miss its effortlessness. I miss not even knowing that it could be an effort.
A short story about the truth behind the peaceful family.
I was watching the first 20 minutes or so of ‘Jerry Maguire’ on TV and it made me feel like writing. Stories like that always do, don’t they? Inspirational ones about people who do something different, face challenges and then overcome them. This was yesterday. The minute I turned the…
You never stop growing. Never stop marveling at how little you knew last year or ten years ago. I wonder if it’s just me or everyone feels this way sometimes. Like I’m so different now than I was a few years ago, if I went back in a time machine,…
I watched the movie ‘Turning Thirty’ yesterday. That title also describes my life. The film was a thoughtful experience.