Twenty years up, and as anyone with Google or perhaps the right statistics can tell you – as an Indian Woman, I have 46.66 years to go. That’s one third gone… Today doesn’t feel any different from yesterday or the day before, but one more to the counter that man created when he chopped up time into what he considered as regular intervals. No earth shattering changes, no reassessment of life and a change in the way I live or am treated, really.
People change. Fact of life. People ought to grow. And I certainly hope that I have. Grown, that is.
Two decades spent here, and it's been unbelievable. That seems like so long to have invested in one project, in one item, one life. Then you look back, and wonder, where did time fly? Here I am, and I have spent that much… And you know the best part? I have just begun.
So yeah. I've hardly wished anyone on their birthday on time. No reason why I should be an exception.
Happy Birthday to me.
Belated, of course.