Turning 30..
Life has its very funny moments. One moment you are wondering that when is it that you will hit the “high” in life and the other moment you realize that the “high” was actually a “low”. Abstract as it may sound, it somehow sums something which I can’t exactly lay my finger at, at the moment. I am going to turn 30 soon. There was a stage, an age, when I thought that people should die when they turn 16. But I did turn 16. I love it now. Then I thought that 25, it is. But I turned 25 too. Love, marriage and catastrophe stuck. I love that also now. And now, I will turn 30. I keep feeling that I can die any day now. I have overshot my tenure on earth. But, there is also a realisation that, dying is not a right. It is a privilege, which needs to be earned by living this life, which I am counting by the years, days, and moments. I can be qualified as a successful woman today by most normal standards. I am 30, no major illness, working for an MNC, earning enough for survival of 4, an understa