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I no more enjoy doing the things 

I used to do.

Like...cooking large meals

      entertaining guests

      arranging flowers

      driving kids to school 

      Visit theaters to 

      catch the matinee show

      Meeting up with friends 

      at Cafe Coffee day 

      doesn't excite anymore

      Dressing up in new clothes

      plucking, threading eyebrows

      tucked, stitched, botoxed,

      dolled up to look like 

      the mannequin on show

      

And if you think I have given up on life      

It's a big NO!

For I have started enjoying things

that I never got to do.

Like...sitting on the deck at sunset

      watching the sky change colours

      rust, orange, golden, against

      the fading blue hues

      Tapping the kindle at end of     

      of each page, to read what

      happens next, to the character 

      I first hate and then start to adore

      Writing, travelling, whenever, 

      wherever the compass points

      for time doesn't feature in my

      schedule anymore.

No more care if I'm the butt of jokes.

It used to hurt before.

I know..I have come a long way

       jumping hurdles of sorrow

       and the acerbic bitterness 

       of yesteryears no more 

       lingers in my thoughts like before

       Or taking brickbats with a smile

       Being coerced to abide 

       to things I disliked but went

       along to keep the boat afloat

       I've reached my plateau 

       and have no plans of

       getting hijacked to fit into

       anyone's plans for me, anymore.