stayingafloat

the 23 year me would have called me psychotic, but the 28 year old me and the 16 year me is in love with the me today

Sunday, March 18, 2007

From the archives


The other day I was asked if you were dependent on me. And my immediate response was 'yes, ofcourse, sure.'

And now I, 'the independent one' reflect. When I miss: my advisory role, from career direction to word selection, my constantly being on standby 'just incase' and my imagined veto power on your any and every deicison. Did I, the person who subtly gaurded her independence, not become the one more dependent. Dependent on your dependence.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig, You're looking in someones eyes, you suddenly realize that this could be the start of something big

This pretty much sets the tone for 2007. I was visiting didi in the states December end and woke up to the start of an awesome 2007, and I have been feeling like I am walking a feet or two above the ground since. The world seems like a really nice place with nice people. No guys, I am not in love nor have I found that significant someone. Nothings really changed. (Sidenote: Except for a new laptop - read macbook ) But I am back. To a new beginning.

The US trip was complete with a wedding, trailers to the happy married life, a day in NYC by myself (which included watching mamma mia), and a basketball game.

This update could have alternately be titled "I show you.." . This title lost by a very small margin, basically for the sake of continuity, of having song titles/lyrics as blog titles (In case you hadn't notice). Ananya, my two year old niece, when I would be trying to help her with something- anything, would try and take it away from me and repeat "I show you, I show you..." . This whiny request would get louder and could even become a scream. Now whenever the gym instructor is teaching me a new exercise and I am short of patience, or I want to explain exactly where to find the phone book setting on the motorazr, I continue to nod my head and follow through, but somewhere I can loudly hear the two and a half year old child within me screaming out impatiently and with all honesty, "I show you..."

Cheers to that and to 2007!

And hey , thanks for insisting I write. Feeling good.