Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Dating Diaries

There’s nothing more mundane these days than sitting at family dinners and being asked about marriage plans. By now my answer is pretty much rehearsed- “We’re looking, let’s see when the right one comes along”; or I tend to stick with “Soon” if I’m not feeling particularly chatty. Sitting at one such family gathering recently, trying to escape all the marriage chit-chat, I decided to text this guy who I had recently started seeing, in order to escape my boredom.

As a rule of thumb, I do not date per se. It’s been a solid policy for several years now. It’s not just because I feel the men out there are not worth my time or attention, but also because with arranged marriage on the cards, there’s little room for the entire dating process. Also, I’ve never liked someone enough to date them. But with this guy, Rohit, everything seemed so perfect, that I thought I’d give it a go. I know sometimes, more often than not in fact, men like Rohit, are too good to be true. And that has been my personal experience as well. But the heart, was stupidly curious, and so I thought, let’s bend the rules a bit.

Rohit was a moderately decent looking lawyer who was not only well travelled but also well read. And boy, could he sing! And play the guitar! And shake a leg! And basically talk about anything under the sun. He was nothing short of perfect; until he was. As days passed, and I got to know Rohit a bit better, I realised why my anti-dating policy had really been intact all these years.
While seemingly perfect, there was a simple fact that was an absolute deal breaker in Rohit’s case. He was boring. Yes, at the risk of sounding extremely shallow, I couldn’t tell him that, but that’s what he was- Boring. 

Endless talks about the court room drama, and to add to that the talks about the extremely humdrum lives of the people involved in the cases- our discussions were usually a snooze fest. I was surprised at the regularity at which I had to listen to reviews of books and movies that I hadn’t even read or watched, nor did I ever intend to. I was also surprised at my own self for not being able to tell him how boring he was; and the level of patience that had suddenly decided to show up in me, was exemplary.

Long story short, I didn’t want to call someone boring and seem shallow while I break their heart for perhaps the vainest reason. So I decided to draw a little inspiration from “How to lose a guy in 10 Days” and voila. With help from a friend, and the movie, I decided to throw some tantrums and get dumped instead of having to face the consequences of telling him how boring I found him. And within 10 days, I was Rohit-free.

I’m sure there are many of you out there, not knowing what the right things to say are, when trying to break up. And my advice to you would be to not say anything at all, as long as it’s harmless. Sometimes, the truth can break hearts and break people. Not everyone is equally strong to hear things that you dislike about them. Sometimes the easier option is to get dumped rather than dumping someone for seemingly shallow reasons.

We all don’t know what our faults are. Maybe Rohit found me boring too, but refrained from saying the same just like I did. Who knows? The ultimate point is, that just like we all have our unique flaws, we also have unique tastes and quirks. My friend Sakshi doesn’t like men who are too tall. Raj, a colleague, recently stopped seeing a girl who he felt was extremely chatty. Mohit, another friend, didn’t click with a girl he was seeing because all she could talk about was fashion.

The truth is that in their own unique way, all of these people are perfect and they’ll find someone compatible to their perfect self. Till then, they may date tall, chatty or fashion savvy people, or they may not. But what they shouldn’t do is break hearts! So stay true to yourselves, but lie a little to others. And believe me, you can lose a guy in 10 days if you want, it does work, unlike in the movie! If you need help, get in touch ;)

Sunday, 16 April 2017

It's Complicated

Waking up late on a Monday morning and not having to show up at work has its own set of perks; for instance, you can enjoy your coffee sip by sip rather than gulping it down- and that, as all caffeine addicts know, is a divine feeling in itself.

After the usual shower, breakfast routine, I settled myself comfily on the couch with Cosmo in my hands and men on my mind.

Flipping through the pages, I stumbled upon one of my favourite sections- The Cosmo Quiz! In this particular issue, it was about finding out if the guy you’re dating is ‘the one’. “Interesting”- I thought to myself. With each question of the 5 question quiz, a different guy came to my mind.

1     The sweet ex, who I’m still friends with.
2     The touchy-feely green-eyed guy I recently went out on a couple of dates with.
3      That friend for whom my feelings come and go, like waves by the shore.
4      My Mr. Right, who disappears on me for weeks at a stretch.
5      And; the crazy yet charming tattoo artist I met at a party last week.

Trying to scout for some answers from my own self, I started to ponder- What if I had a choice to make? What if I was to choose one guy out of these 5? At least for the sake of the quiz! Let me tell you how supremely difficult a task that is. Because even though Guy 1 is sweet, he isn’t seductive like Guy 2. Guy 2, while seductive, isn’t someone I have a magical connection and a great rapport with, like I have with Guy 3. But Guy 3 is not someone I imagine myself spending a lifetime with. That I can only imagine with Guy 4; who is probably not as interested in me as Guy 5 is. Then again, Guy 5 is not really that sweet to me.


It’s a circle I think; one that I’m definitely trapped in. In all honesty, I don’t see either of these guys being “the one”. But then, with all these guys to occupy my mind, and my time- I haven’t even given the probable right guy the deserved chance. Whenever someone asks me out or I see someone potential out there; I somehow manage to come up with excuses like- “I’m not looking to date.” Or “I’m sorry, I don’t do this.” Or my perennial favourite “I just got out of a bad relationship, and I just need to focus on myself!” All these excuses could honestly be hash-tagged: #shitsinglepeoplesay

The truth is, I live in some sort of strange bubble where there’s a lot of hope. I think to myself on certain days that maybe Mr. Right would finally realize we’re meant to be and ask me out. On other days, I find myself going back to Kuch Kuch Hota Hai days, and think of how perfect a couple would me and the BFF make, if I could sustain my feelings for him and of course vice versa. And then; the charm of the tattoo artist allures me, but then I realise that things can only be steamy with the green eyed guy! I honestly never give a thought to getting back with my seemingly sweet ex, because that chapter’s closed; but the point remains the same.

And the point is- I’m not dating anyone, I’m not in love with someone, and I’m not even pining over someone; but my relationship status is still- “It’s complicated”. Strange, isn’t it? But relatable too, right?

When the world all across talks about Polyamory; us girls here are still trying to move on from the self-inflicted “It’s complicated” status. I wonder why we tag ourselves to that. I wonder if it has to do with the deeply instilled fear of commitment in us millennials. I wonder if it’s just a part of our nature to keep options open, until we absolutely have to make a choice. And when do we make that choice, really? When we finally have to give in to society’s pressure and opt for arranged marriages and succumb to the shackles of domestication, then? Maybe. But maybe not.

Give it a thought. A meaningful monogamous relationship is waiting for you out there- you just have to get rid of the “It’s complicated” tag, just like I have to. Polyamory is for another day maybe. Right now- get out that sexy dress, go on that date with the guy that wants to take out, have a good time. Who knows you might find “the one” on your next date? And give those 5 guys who’ve been running on your mind- a break! Trust me they’ve gotten tired of running, and you should move on too. Be Single, not complicated. You’re a girl, not a math problem.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017


I guess I was in 2nd grade, when one of my teachers emphasised the importance of learning the art of being fluent in the English Language. And honestly, there hasn’t been one day in my life when I’ve questioned her words. Touted as the Grammar Nazi of the group at times; I secretly, do enjoy, when friends and acquaintances reach out to me for drafting their mails, texts and what not.

English, as a language, is so beautiful in itself. The words, the phrases- I can’t think of a better language to express oneself; unless of course, if you’re a poet and Urdu is your forte- that’s a totally different ballgame altogether.

But well coming to the point; I recently watched this movie called- ‘Before We Go’- nothing special though. But it did make me wish and hope for a better climax for the story. It’s about two people, brought together by fate, who spend one eventful night to eventually fall for each other but still end up going their separate ways. How tragic is that?

And that made me wonder about all the tragic moments I’ve experienced in life. And I realised, that there’s been nothing as tragic as stories, chapters and moments of my life that have been left incomplete. Establishing a common pattern, I realised that the most tragic word of all time in the English language is- Almost.

I almost said goodbye to the job I hated. I almost told him I love him. I almost bought that dress I liked. I almost took that Goa vacay I’ve been planning. I’m almost done being friends with her. I almost told him the truth. We almost met. We almost fell for each other. I almost said yes.
Almost- when you’re there, but not quite; just not yet. The truth is, nothing causes more regrets in your life than ‘Almost’. It brings you face to face with what could have been. And it’s such a tragedy to be so close to what you want, and to see it slip away in front of your own eyes. We are often afraid, to make up our minds, and to take a stand. We don’t make choices that we need to, that we know are important to be made, in time. We take things for granted. We take people for granted. We take our own self for granted too. In this race called life, we forget to make time or take measures for things that matter the most in the long run.

And in the end of it all, when we reach the finish line, our life is nothing but a list of “What Ifs” and “Almosts”. And if that’s not a tragedy, I don’t know what is. So go out there, do the things you’e always wanted to. Check off those items on your checklist. Call back that old friend who has been trying to reach out to you. Stop doing what you dislike. Take chances, burn bridges, apologize, forgive, dance, fall in love, make friends, travel the word, do everything you want to- Live! Don’t ‘almost’ live. Don’t leave your story incomplete; because years from now on, when someone talks about you, they shouldn’t have to wish or hope for a better climax.

Friday, 10 March 2017

Mr. Right Vs Mr. Right Now

I’ve only ever been able to sustain one long distance relationship in my life; and that’s been with my BFF Piu. We can talk for hours and not feel any discomfort whatsoever and the fact that we haven’t seen each other in years, doesn’t change things one bit. In one of our recent late night conversations, we started thinking about this difficult choice we girls need to make; to choose between Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now.

Piu has been really lucky, to have found Mr. Right at the right time. Me, on the contrary, not so much. Always on the lookout for Mr. Right, I’ve successfully managed to turn down all the Mr. Right Nows that I have encountered over the years. I didn’t even give so much as a thought to the Mr. Right Nows- what if one of these men that I’ve turned down, was Mr. Right? You never know. I can’t say for sure.

But what I can say is- I’ve found someone recently who checks all the boxes; and surprisingly he’s much more than those ticks on my checklist. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man and I could not be happier to have found someone like him. But even though he does seem like he is Mr. Right, probably the timing isn’t right, or he’s just not that into me- what do I know?

Screenshots started piling in our chat box, as me and Piu tried to decode my Mr. Right’s texts. “Why are women considered complex?” I thought to myself. While Mr. Right certainly does seem interested; he’s hot and he’s cold and he disappears for days at a stretch and forgets I exist. That doesn’t go down well with my attention seeking self (guilty as charged!). Piu’s suggestion was I tell him I like him, and ask him if he wants anything to do with me, else I should move on. But was it the right thing to do? Giving him an ultimatum of sorts? Would it be wise to show desperation? Having said that, I have already mentioned to him a couple of times how much I like him; but does that mean he absolutely has to like me too? Can’t I deal with rejection or just make peace with the fact that I’m not right for my Mr. Right? Clouded with thoughts and feelings, Piu and me decided to not pursue him anymore. Because for him to be Mr. Right, he has to stick around and feel the same way I feel; and feelings can’t be forced with an ultimatum.

But the problem is, that the moment you stop pursuing Mr. Right, you realise that Mr. Right Nows have piled up. So what do you do? Piu and me started discussing the possibility of a Mr. Right Now being Mr. Right. This one guy in particular, has been chasing me for days, and he has the cutest smile a man can have (very SRKish) ! What’s more? He treats me like I mean the world to him and has the nicest things to say. I could actually see him being Mr. Right- one day, some day!

So what would you do if you were me? Would you pine over Mr. Right and pray he realises what he’s missing out on, or would you go about your life with the more ‘available’ Mr. Right Now? Guess you could do both or neither at all. We as women, are conditioned to choose one! We overthink situations and force ourselves to decide even when not making a choice is also a choice we can make.

So I’m just going to take away the focus from my Mr. Right as well as Mr. Right Now and focus on myself for a bit. Who knows when Mr. Right decides to knock my door? Who are you focusing on- Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now? And don’t you forget- sometimes Mr. Right Now, may also be your Mr. Right. As Piu says, it’s all about timing. Gotta love the girl for her words of wisdom!

Monday, 6 March 2017

Fix You

Lying on my bed feeling miserable, for the 6th consecutive day, I started to wonder why I wasn’t able to shake off the flu. One thought led to another, and I began to think about everything that was going wrong in my life- I was losing friends (some of them, I don’t even think I should refer to as friends anymore); I was having troubles at work; I was not able to focus on writing; the guy I liked wouldn’t text me back; financial issues cropped up out of nowhere and to top it all I was extremely ill and had no energy whatsoever to even get out of the bed. These do sound like first world problems- but they were problems nevertheless.

I tried to deduce a pattern; and it wasn’t long before I arrived at the conclusion that all my problems would be fixed once things went back to normal between me and Kabir. Me and Kabir have a tendency to blow up the tiniest of problems, mix them up with our super inflated egos and just stop talking to each other till one of us tries to fix things! And it is my sincere belief, that every single time Me and Kabir stop talking to each other or fight about another one of our trivial issues- my world falls apart; nothing seems to work in my favour and my life basically becomes this big mess that I absolutely can’t deal with.

In a desperate attempt to get my shit together and ‘fix things’ that night, I texted Kabir telling him I missed him. But what good has ever come out of midnight texts and desperate attempts? Needless to say, Kabir was rather unflustered and didn’t think it was necessary to reply. 

What did I do next? I decided to fix my own self and stop my world from crumbling down around me. I decided to take matters into my own hands and not depend on someone else to ‘fix me’.In another week, I started to feel better physically and I was able to concentrate more on building my life. I didn’t regain the friends I lost because I didn’t want to. Sometimes people hurt you, but letting them go is the best decision you can make. The troubles at work finally came to an end. Work itself actually came to an end; and I got the necessary break I had been craving for. Before I even realised, everything started to fall in place, and fix itself. And what was it that was required from my end? Just a little bit of effort and faith in my own capabilities.

My life may not be the ‘ideal’ life or the one that’s the source of envy for a bunch of people out there. My style of living is not something a lot of you would actually conform with or relate to. But what will be common for you, me and everyone out there is that more often than not, in the past or in the present, we’ve based our happiness on someone else, we’ve given that someone else the power to rule over our emotions or to ‘fix’ us. But that’s wrong! The only person responsible for your happiness is you. Giving another person this responsibility is too much of a burden on them.

So as March sets in, I’m taking charge of my own life and deciding that every time things require fixing in my life, I won’t be thinking of Kabir or anyone else- I’ll take matters into my own hands and fix the shit out of them.

Here’s hoping, that you too remember, that the only person who can ‘Fix You’ is ‘You’!

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

15 Profiles you want to swipe left to

It's a funny, funny world out there.

1. This Cow-Boy!

2. Baby-Face!

3. Emraan Hashmi

4. This guy who's name is also a 'month'

5. This one will take you for a 'ride' for sure

6. Family Guy

7. The one who takes Snapchat Filters too seriously.

8. No comments.

9. The one who threatens you- literally!

10. The Married Guy

11. When he's into essay writing

12. And he's gone!

13. Someone please tell me what he wants to say?

14. Win a free trip to Italy ! yay!

15. Genuinely Funny Mr. Clawney!

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Love- Just like in the Movies

During a recent catch up with Dhruv- I learnt that he was comfortably in some sort of arrangement with a perfectly nice girl- and he thought of themselves as Friends, with benefits. Another friend recently slept with someone in the heat of the moment and thought it was perfectly okay to not call the girl back in order to avoid the melodrama. I wasn’t surprised!  This certainly seems to be the norm of the day. In fact, overall, casual sex is having such a moment right now that it supersedes any form of real emotional attachment.

While some of us millennials are still on the lookout for their respective Rajs and Simrans; others are just enjoying casual sex the ‘Bekfikrey’ way! We’ve come a long way from ‘A walk to remember’ to ‘No strings attached’. And it’s really easy to opt in for casual sex; as easy as ‘Swiping Right’! One Night Stands have become a usual thing and are seldom met with an eye roll now.  But the important questions here are- Has romance died? Has love lost its value? Do emotions mean nothing and sex is everything?

Everyone I know is either casually involved with someone or is going the arranged marriage way. There is literally no one in between, choosing the middle path. Is the middle path so hard to choose? Is it actually so difficult to fall in love with someone organically; without your parents putting an approval stamp on them? Are we, as millennials, not capable of real relationships based on our own set of beliefs, intuitions, feelings and emotions? Or is it that the only thing we crave is mad, passionate, no strings attached sex?  This is honestly so tragic! We are choosing between sex and marriage, and we’ve side-lined love altogether as a generation.

The fact is that we’ve all been conditioned a certain way. We’ve started being influenced by movies such as ‘Shudh Desi Romance’, ‘OK Jaanu’, ‘Cocktail’, ‘The Rebound’  and ‘Love AajKal’ which portray being ‘commitment phobic’ as cool. However, that’s far from the truth. Commitment phobia isn’t ‘cool’! But this doesn’t stop from changing the mindset of the youth. These days, no one wants to be in love with someone; they just want to be in bed with them. After all, love- as per these movies- complicates things. Absolutely no one, is willing to get out of their respective comfort zones or let anyone else inside theirs.

We talk about spending the weekend partying, planning trips and taking up new roles at work; but we never talk about our relationships, our fears, our weaknesses, or even our feelings. In the rat race of life, and influenced by all the movie madness that only promotes flings, short term relationships, friendships and casual sex these days- we have lost our way. No longer do we aspire to be Noah from ‘The Notebook’ or ‘Raj’ from DDLJ- but we’re okay with being ‘Jamie’ from ‘Friends with Benefits’ or ‘Nik’ from “Salaam Namaste’. But till when can we go on like this? And what is it that stops us from investing in real relationships? Is the fear of heartbreak? Or the emotional incapability stemming from our childhoods?

And what do we do really? Do we put a full stop on casual sex? Or do we start carrying a board that says- ‘Looking for Love’ everywhere we go? I suggest we do whatever we feel like; but just not make role models of all these people portraying shallow characters on screen- because we are much more than that. We are very much capable of forming real connections, committing to lasting relationships, and developing bonds that go beyond our bodily needs. It is totally up to you to succumb to your bodily needs while you find someone you can have a real, meaningful relationship with- there is absolutely no one you owe an explanation to. And it’s also completely okay to not indulge in casual sex at all. The bottom line is to not be scared of commitment or relationships and to not restrict yourselves to casual sex. As Paul Varjak  rightly put it in ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’- “People do fall in love, People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness”

So excuse me, while I go watch re-runs of all my old classic movies and the Pooja in me decides to wait on her Rahul- because ‘Someone Somewhere is made for you’!

Monday, 30 January 2017

The Birthday Dress

January is my birthday month. And no matter how sad I think it is to turn older with each passing year; it’s definitely no reason to avoid a wonderful chance to party with all my close friends. This time however; thanks to my friends finding love and getting married and of course, me making some new friends (gotta thank the stars!)- The ‘close friends’ circle had expanded and now constituted of 50 odd people. So well, more the merrier – I thought to myself; as the thought of buying the perfect party dress consumed my mind.

Since we had scheduled the celebrations for the weekend, I decided to utilize my birthday leave by looking for the perfect dress. I spent an entire day strutting from store to store at the mall, with my head up in the air- it was like no dress could ever satisfy me! Too ill fitting, too casual, too wintery, too long, too conventional, too basic, too old-fashioned- all of them were a little too much, yet not good enough.

I believe there are two types of people in this world- one, who know exactly what they want and the other kind, who have no idea what they’re looking for. This holds true in all aspects. And I’ve always been the first kind. I’ve always known exactly what I’m looking for, exactly what I want. In case of the dress too- I knew exactly what I was looking for- Glittery, Knee-length and Shiny. I’m very particular and intransigent with my tastes in fashion and absolutely refuse to take advice from anyone at all, and thus, the difficulty in finding the perfect dress.

My disappointment levels were rising, one store after another. And as the closing time of the mall neared, my frustration levels shot through the roof. Who knew finding the right dress would really be as difficult as finding Mr. Right? However, I refused to settle. I returned from the mall- having bought two dresses but with an intent to keep the hunt for the birthday dress on.

Next day, I convinced Naina to check out another mall with me. Zara- disappointing. H&M- full of junk, and people. Promod- very average. Mango- no no. Vero Moda- Nada! My sorrow knew no bounds and my mind immediately started to think of Back-ups and other new ‘unworn’ dresses I have at home that could come to the rescue. But just when I had started contemplating settling for something that was already available with me, Naina pulled me inside M&S. I reluctantly entered the store as I was pretty certain of not finding my ‘type’ in there. M&S always does sober, really classy clothes- not glittery or shiny.

I, nevertheless, decided to explore the racks for something I may like. And there I saw a Black dress- sober, lacy, calf-length and cold-shouldered. It wasn’t exactly what I was looking for; and I saw that only a single piece was available which was one size smaller than what I usually wear- but I decided to try it on. From the minute I tried that dress on, it felt like it was made for me, and I knew that, that’s exactly what I wanted to wear for my birthday celebrations. I showed it to Naina and she loved it too! One size small, non-shiny, calf length instead of knee length, black non-glittery dress made its way to my closet, my heart and my birthday party- I was surprised at my own self. Compliments flowed in at the party and the dress was an absolute stunner.

The dress shopping incident taught me one very important life lesson- Sometimes in life we think we know what we want, and we keep looking for it everywhere, in every nook and corner, in each part of the world, everywhere we go. But then, we find something else, that is nothing similar to what we wanted in the first place, but it fits so perfectly in our lives that we change our minds. This just doesn’t hold true for the clothes we buy. It holds true in life too. I’ve always been on the lookout for a really tall, talkative guy, whose world revolves around me. That’s how I had always pictured my Mr. Right; yet here I am, falling for this guy who isn’t really tall but has the cutest smile in the world. He always says the right things, and every single time that I look at him, I feel lucky to have him around. Is he someone I always wanted? No. But with his nerdy charm, kinda dorky personality and sensible talks- he did manage to find a place in my heart and my life- and he fits perfectly; just like the dress.

So here I am, open to possibilities, and opportunities; saying yes to what may have a chance of bringing in even a little bit of happiness in my life- looking out not only for what I want, but for everything. And maybe, just maybe, we’ve all been looking for the wrong things. Maybe we think we want something, but universe has other plans for us. And maybe, we don’t really even know what we want unless we see it in front of our eyes. Maybe what we’re seeking is not meant to be; and what’s meant to be is really just a mystery. So keep your eyes open, take your chances, have an open mind, and never say no without trying something out. You never know what life has in store for you- I hope it’s the latest collection! And I also hope that you too, find your perfect dress, just like I did.

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

Turning 27

As the new year set in, I was feeling mixed emotions. Sitting in my balcony and enjoying the sun while sipping Jasmine Tea on the cold afternoon of 1st January, I began to think about turning 27 in 3 days. I like to think of myself as an overgrown teen, and like any other person in their mid 20s, I too dread ageing- not because of under eye circles, grey hair or decreased metabolism that may set in in a couple of years; but because I’m essentially scared of not having it all figured out. I absolutely hate people who laugh off the subject with the cliché – “Age is just a number”; because the mirror tells you differently, your body tells you differently, and relatives sure don’t leave a chance to remind how you should be married with kids by 27.

It’s the most confusing, most scary time of my life, I thought to myself. I thought about some of my friends who were ageing along with me. Kabir, at 27, seemed to have his priorities in order- work, work and work. Sanvi was enjoying her life at 29 without a husband and kids. Anand had recently turned 30- single and fabulous. But then there was a school friend- Kim, who was married to a loving husband and had two kids just at 26. Shweta, an ex-colleague was running marathons and was a fitness star on Instagram at the age of 24. A college friend- Sahir was creating waves in Bollywood at the age of 28. What was I doing? What had I done in all the past 27 years? – I could not stop thinking.

It started to seem to me like I was on a deadline; like I needed to do something to change how things were going. But what could I really do? At this point in my life, where I was meeting and talking to new and interesting men- who wanted to take things slow; my relatives insisted on me quickly getting hitched to one. My mind, slowly, was realising the importance of saving money, investing money- but my heart just wanted to go out and shop as usual- ‘buy that dress, eat that cake, travel the world, let’s spend all that we have!’- My heart whispered. My body certainly could use some working out, but still refused to get out of the cosy blanket every morning.

I wondered what were these conflicts all about? Did men my age really not want to get married yet? Or was I looking at the wrong kind of men? Or looking for them at the wrong places? Was ‘saving money’ really a dying concept as my heart wanted to believe? Was it wise to spend it all and live it up? Was fitness overrated too? Or was it just an excuse to sleep for a little while longer every morning? I was surely confused; and had lost my ability to think clearly.

But then I came across this on my Facebook Timeline; and I believe it was totally a sign from god- no matter how cheesy that may sound.

Indeed! It’s true! What I was completely missing out on, was the most important point- Life isn’t a race and I’m not someone else or in the same situation as theirs to compare myself with them. Instead, life is a journey- a beautiful one. And as days unfold, I can only work harder, stretch my boundaries, try to be a better person, believe in a beautiful tomorrow and appreciate the little things. I can’t stop growing older, but I can choose to become wiser, and enjoy this very journey of life.

So here I am, making peace, with my 27 year old self, and assuring myself to be a better version of myself 1 year from now- irrespective of my relationship or financial status. Cheers to turning 27; Cheers to life.