Aging – Part 1!

For no specific reason, the past few days have been filled with nostalgia, of growing up, of living together, of birthdays and of life in general. They have also been filled with stress caused by silly things, and career related discussions like no other months! And then, IdeaSmithy wrote this. It brought back memories of how I was when I was younger and how I am now. It also reminded me that I want to write a similar diaries – The Thirty Diaries!

One of those lovely evenings around 4 years back, when we were younger ourselves, me and S were looking at a group of teenage girls giggling and talking among themselves in Odyssey, and we smiled to ourselves. That was the first time we ever went to Odyssey, and the initial magic of having met someone special was also there. The conversation then drifted to aging. And S said as a matter of fact, that he would age gracefully. To which I responded with a similar answer and said that all my future son’s friends would have a crush on me, and our future daughter’s friends would have a crush on him. We then discussed on how cool parents we would be, and how we would pamper our kids. He went on to talk on how he would protect the girl from guys like himself and I spoke on how I would discipline the dogs.

This was one of those sweet conversations after which we both fell in love with each other a bit more, and smiled widely at each other’s thoughts when we slept. Like I said, we were much younger, and very innocent, and were still figuring out what we wanted in life. He had just turned 27 and I was only 24. We thought we were ready for marriage, and we thought it would be a cake walk. After all, we both knew what relationships were all about. And we clearly knew what it would take to make them work. And we liked each other, though we weren’t totally in love with each other yet. We thought we would be happy in our current jobs, and the thought that there could be something beyond this job also didn’t strike to me, though he did harbor a dream or two about quitting it for a life-long of pottery or painting by the beach!

I thought I would be perfect daughter and daughter-in-law, and would be great at handling the responsibility. For me, life with the mother-in-law looked like a sweet saas-bahu serial where we would not have a single disagreement, and not a single fight. And the thought of a disconcert with Mom or Dad was never in the question. I planned how life would be when B started working, and how we would all go on holidays together, and how one day, I would find a nice girl for him and get him married.

I had planned on how B would pamper my kids, and how his wife and I would go shopping. I also harbored dreams of pampering S’s niece and nephew – basically all dreams of pampering kids.
We also thought that we were ready to settle down. Have a nice small apartment in the city and how we would fill it with little pieces of furniture – one easel for him, one bayside window for myself to read my books, a house full of electronic items guaranteed to give humans some comfort and all the likes.

Truly, the last 4 years have taught me a lot… They taught me about life, love, relationships and yes, aging too!

To be Continued...