A Journey

So much to say; so much to narrate. It’s been ages since I wrote for myself. Since I wrote my heart out and experimented while writing my kind of stuff. Firstly, came his engagement. Then, all the emotional setback, days of crying, suicidal thoughts (hate myself for this), dark hours and frustration. Then came fun time with friends – who stood by me – understood how difficult it was getting and that I needed help, company and words of reassurance. The pyjama parties, crying on my friends’ shoulders (while trying to keep a straight face at home), gifting every friend who was there, tête-à-tête with bossji, et al. Then came a sunny day (agreed it was a particular afternoon in the month of May, but still don’t know if the event is positive enough to be called sunny) when my mom asked me to fill a matrimonial form. Describe yourself, your qualification and partner expectations! As if getting married is someone’s sole ambition in life. As far as I know it’s instinctive just like Anshul says (and the reason why it did not work for us). After thinking enough I know that it’s not for me as of now and can be thought of a few (or many) years later, because I do not think I want to change myself for anyone. It’s career before that, professional heights to scale and soar!