Watch Out Ladies
Watch Out Ladies3 mins 441 3 mins 441
Watch out ladies
Ah, here I am at this juncture of my life
Neither too young to aspire for a hot chiseled body nor too old to give up hot sizzling paranthas just cliffhanging between the two wishing to hold the former but being pushed to the latter by the current claimants of the former.
But deep-rooted in my head and heart was a little comforting voice caressing my NOT SO EVIDENT wrinkles that my
“Little baby worries days are over”
I don’t have to chase my babies for feeding them, I don’t have to babysit them and nowadays according to them( kids), I don’t even half understand what my prudential kids know.
So I decided to reset my brain to factory settings and claim my part of life.
Doing what I had put on the lower shelf of my priorities, eating dust, was my inert desire to write
To fuel my skills I ordered a study table from pepper fry reams of paper from Flipkart And one fine day sat with all my paraphernalia in a pensive mood posing like Wordsworth, one hand on my chin and pen in another and suddenly ehhhhhh.....
A screeching sound came from my throat and what do I see in mirror two big impish manly hair protruding out of my chin, No, I said to the writer in me and got to dig those two rogues with all my tools. Relieved I was as if I have gunned down two F16 of Pakistan after a surgical strike.
With spoiled mood I decided to hang my shoes for a few days
So starting afresh after a weeks time I doubly assured myself that now there is nothing which would abruptly put an end to my skills and I started writing, peacefully I was doing and about to reach the climax but what Lo and behold they were their again but now on the other side of my neck, ran I with all my might to uproot them lest anyone should see them
And now here I am most of the time in front of my dresser scrutinizing every nook and corner of my facade
In addition to that I have got a focus light fixed on my mirror And every time the angle of that light shifts my son sarcastically says Ma now on this side too
The other day my daughter caught hold of me doing my plucking regimen and asked screaming Would I too get this when I am your age l, Nay never, I replied this is for someone born under the same timings and stars as that of mine.
Ah so again I was on the criss cross which way to take, to be on the writing desk or to be in front of the dresser
And without any doubt I knew I have a loving relationship with my body I don’t want to stress it with unrealistic goals I am happy if I have some loose bits here and there, dwindling hairline and expanding waistline make me feel rich and full now
Thus I started with another journey of bringing to life an author within me and yes I am in total sync with my inner self
In love with myself