On one hand, it seems like adulthood is getting younger. Six-year-olds are taking computer lessons, twelve-year-olds own mobilephones and seventeen-year-olds are entrepreneurs. On the other hand, it feels like maturity is an endangered species. Oh sure, there’s the whole ‘maturity has nothing to do with age’ argument. I’ve used it…
I found my first grey hair last month. I started screaming. I don’t know what surprised me more, the grey hair or my reaction to it. I always thought I’d age gracefully. I always imagined that I wasn’t vain. I guess I had also assumed that I would be doing…
Rambler raises an interesting question in the comments. I have been pondering this. You know its interesting at the brink of relationship, twenty somethings like me, really have this question. Men have always been known to not trust women, and women on the other hand trust men, but in this…
“Does it get better?” she asks. She thinks because I’m older, I’ll also be wiser. Can I give her an honest answer?
An old post…one that I didn’t deem ‘good enough’ for publishing. But now I think the rawest, deepest expressions are probably the best. And anonymous or not, this blog has been about my personal expression. So here it it…the year that was. I’m glad to get it off my mind….
I thought inspiration could only come from the young. But rejuvenation comes from those who have weathered it already. I had a little reminder.
What is up with the sudden fascination with the child-woman? Is Lolita really what the Modern Man wants?
When a woman lies about her age, is she being numerically challenged or are the people who believe her?
First Tooth – Frederick Morgan I think human beings go through four stages in their beliefs about life and the world around them. Firstly there’s childhood (the golden era) when everything is an excuse for curiosity and a source of magical wonder…friendship, love, games, food, adulthood…*sigh* Then there’s adolescence, the…
8 a.m. on a weekday morning. Mumbai’s crankiest best. Sweepers shuffling dust into the air with a vengeance, cars spelling out “Eat my dust” in their fumes, people shuffling to work. I stood at the bus stop frowning into thin air, waiting for a bus that was always late on…