Nothing is forever.

How true. Gone are the days of Chitrahaar and Rangoli for which I still remember the amount of begging I did or the number of sums I finished half-heartedly in a losing bargain with my dad. My TV addiction got completely cured with time and now when I do get time, I despise staring at the idiot box.
My days of hitch-hiking to college were also short lived as were the friendship I made on my way. Every mode of transport I tried and now the time has come when jam packed busses give me a scare.
My “who cares” days were cut short too. And with it disappeared my boy-cut hairdo and extra large clothing. Marriage finally took me over and responsibilities mellowed me down. Today, I care for every relative, their opinion on my dressing sense, my better halves favourite colour etc…the list goes endless.
The most unfortunate of all is that my foodie heart has learnt to compromise. Earlier nothing less than a Biryani would do for me whereas now a low calorie sub without mayo or cheese suffices. “People should love me the way I am” has died a premature death. And I make every effort to look good and work hard to keep my age a supreme secret.
Wish we would never grow up and let things be the way they were always.