I have been 28 for about a week. Not much feels different but the last few days have taught me a lot. As I sit in quiet contemplation, just before I turn the router off and hit the sack (yes, it’s early, I am old and have an early day tomorrow), I feel the urge to dash this post off.
May I confess that this is the third post I am attempting today? The first two felt too personal to put out there and this treads the line closely too. I guess, at 28, I have finally learnt to filter. To not say a few things, no matter how tempting it is. Someone in class said Indian aesthetics is as much about the unseen as it is about the seen. I think we can apply that to what we must say and what we ought to bite back. But there is one thing we must say, out loud, and as often as we can: thank you!
We need to understand that we are indispensable, but only to ourselves. Everyone: parents, family, friends, lovers, spouses all lead their own lives anyway. Sure, we contribute and make life together but let us remember that their existence is independent of our presence. As I say this, I feel only gratitude for the love and care we receive from family, friends and strangers.
I am so grateful for the nourishment I receive from my parents. They made me from scratch, gave me wings to fly, shaped my sensibility, moral skeleton yet never imposed their own thoughts on me. They give me space to breathe and grow, frequently at the cost of personal comfort. In them, I find myself.
For friends and family, who stand with me, making space in their homes and lives, so much of life is comprehensible only because you help me see sense, laugh and cry with me. Your wisdom, patience, generosity and most importantly, love makes my life so brilliant. You give me strength.
And lastly, to the considerate guy next to me on the bus, who took another seat so my bags and I could sit comfortably, thank you.