The last time I did something for the first time.

I had got up by about 5:30 in the morning. The last few days, I haven’t been able to sleep properly. May be I am thinking too much about getting old these days. Last week, I seemed to be so obsessed with the “God, I so feel like a grown-up” feeling. I don’t really know. So, this morning, when I got up, I felt so compelled to read the “Unposted Letter”.

I opened a random page, and read “When was the last time you did something for the first time”.  The only thing I can think of, is something that I cannot be disclosing in an open forum, but still, that’s not something that belongs to the “I-am-so-proud-I-did-it” feeling. The other day I meet a junior in a centre, and I couldn’t ask anything beyond “How are you doing”, despite having conversations that lasted for hours when I was in college. Things have sped up so fast, and I seem to be thinking too much

I just wish I could take sometime off, and start doing something from the beginning all over again.

But it’s quite strange – how things seem to change all of a sudden, how people change so abrupt, how you regret something that you did after such careful planning, how days go by without leaving a trail, how memories fade, how photographs get lost, how your computer screen goes slytherin-greenish.. There was a woman who asked me what book I read last – and I go blank. Happiness is a choice, they say.

Sorry for boring you guys. Carry on with work.

Adieu.

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