Last week I had, a friend from college-days, come over from Nigeria and it was like a mini reunion with another friend from Reading joining in for dinner at Weybridge. We shared the usual stories on who was doing what, got married when and had how many kids. Some where along the conversation it dawned on us that the last time we had met was seventeen years back. Almost makes you gasp, not at the passage of time, but that you are seventeen years older since then. The thought that went through my mind was more like you mean if a kid was born the day we left college he / she would be seventeen years old (nearly an adult) and its minor things like that which I find difficult to mentally digest.
Now that I will turn thirty eight this year, I feel somehow I should be mature, more responsible and all that stuff which one normally assumes one’s parents to be. But I feel none of that. When my mom was thirty eight I was nineteen. She seemed so grown –up and had mummy-looks. Does that mean, I have mummy / aunty type looks now? Have I aged just like my mom? Not that I care much about developing wrinkles and having grey hair, but I can’t seem to find any of these on me.
Some times I even get overwhelmed with a sense of restlessness. This bank holiday weekend I wanted to spring clean my entire home. Fact is that I just got the kitchen done, but there is a sense of helplessness that I have not done enough.
To me, it seems there is not much time in a day. I have so many things to do, so many things to accomplish..... and so less time to do it.
2 comments:
What kind of mother leaves her son in another country for a man???? And at an age when he needs his mother? You disgust me. You are a pathetic excuse for a mother.
Hey. Long time no hear! Everything okay with you?
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