It wasn't what I had expected at all.
She was a pleasant surprise.
A woman after my own heart.
She reads books like there is no tomorrow.
We even like the same authors and books and quotes and words.
A little reserved to begin with but we couldn't stop talking once we got started about books.
She is comfortably single.
With a tinge of regret on not having lived outside home.
Her dad is her life.
She likes her work.
She goes for Yoga classes.
"Whatever works", works for her.
Such uncanny similarity.
Our comfortably lonely lives.
I will have to work hard to make a space for myself in hers.
I am not going to do it.
And that has pretty much been the case in so many people I have met in the recent past.
Irrespective of gender.
Everyone's got something going for themselves. Everyone's happy in their own little worlds.
Nobody seems to be ready to experiment. Ready to try out something new.
Nobody wants their routine disrupted.
Nobody likes change.
And I am not saying that with regret or longing or anything.
It is simply an observation.
Maybe because I am in a turbulent, evolving phase of my life, I find it a little strange that people my age are happy with things around. They few I know rarely seem to try out new things, they really don't want to get to know new people, don't want to visit new places.
Why is that the case?
I mean, I can understand the reluctance my mum shows whenever I try dragging her to a new restaurant or make her play a new game on my comp... But people my age?
And then, every once in a while these changes happen and take me by surprise.
The walk out by her.
The marathon by thambi.
The romantic side of buay.
The angst that surfaced in me.
I talk as if I am always evolving and changing. I was the most comfortable man you could have found four months back. My world revolved around 2nd main road, gandhi nagar & mandaveli and insti.
Our changing lives.
She was a pleasant surprise.
A woman after my own heart.
She reads books like there is no tomorrow.
We even like the same authors and books and quotes and words.
A little reserved to begin with but we couldn't stop talking once we got started about books.
She is comfortably single.
With a tinge of regret on not having lived outside home.
Her dad is her life.
She likes her work.
She goes for Yoga classes.
"Whatever works", works for her.
Such uncanny similarity.
Our comfortably lonely lives.
I will have to work hard to make a space for myself in hers.
I am not going to do it.
And that has pretty much been the case in so many people I have met in the recent past.
Irrespective of gender.
Everyone's got something going for themselves. Everyone's happy in their own little worlds.
Nobody seems to be ready to experiment. Ready to try out something new.
Nobody wants their routine disrupted.
Nobody likes change.
And I am not saying that with regret or longing or anything.
It is simply an observation.
Maybe because I am in a turbulent, evolving phase of my life, I find it a little strange that people my age are happy with things around. They few I know rarely seem to try out new things, they really don't want to get to know new people, don't want to visit new places.
Why is that the case?
I mean, I can understand the reluctance my mum shows whenever I try dragging her to a new restaurant or make her play a new game on my comp... But people my age?
And then, every once in a while these changes happen and take me by surprise.
The walk out by her.
The marathon by thambi.
The romantic side of buay.
The angst that surfaced in me.
I talk as if I am always evolving and changing. I was the most comfortable man you could have found four months back. My world revolved around 2nd main road, gandhi nagar & mandaveli and insti.
Our changing lives.
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