“I was three-and-twenty years of age. Not another word had I heard to enlighten me on the subject of my expectations, and my twenty-third birthday was a week gone”

 – Chap.39, Great Expectations – Charles Dickens

I’d taken my sister out for Chinese at lunch and then went on to join some friends and whoever else made it to relax on a cold, rainy afternoon, with lots of laughter and crazy winding conversations, as well as some objectionable cake-smashing, hmpfh. The weekend just before that Monday was filled with lots of shopping and so I was quite sated (for that week, more like it). My good friends from design school were unable to make it, since it was their first day of class and although that was upsetting the afternoon wore on despite the incessant grey rain and the many friends missing. At dusk, my sister and I made our way back home to dress for the traditional family dinner out somewhere. Since it was late, we went to one of the older hotels in town, that had recently upped its game (woo.) A brilliant dinner later, we stood waiting for the valet to bring our car. So tired. What a long day. Some good people around me, but I was quite tired and trying not to get too pensive. It shows. The end of yet another typical Coimbatore birthday experience when I live at home and probably the last as I prepare to move out soon. This photo was taken at the very end of the day.  I wore a simple black dress from Color Plus for dinner with my chandelier statement earrings from Forever21, my usual Fabindia ring and simple black heels, plus the usual basic make-up with a touch of Urban Decay Lounge eyeshadow. Minimal, neat and elegant. Twenty-three…and tired.

This was the first birthday after my 18th that I have whole-heartedly accepted. It’s going to be a good year.


When do you start feeling old ?

When you start paying bills ? When you have to think of saving ahead and thinking real long-term ? When you weigh each official decision and brood and ponder over what life really means and whether it will all work out? When a whole lot of things become about money and you never thought you’d be one of those people. Or when you learn to let the small things go, and enjoy the smaller pleasures in life but still endeavour to jump up for impulse and for passion, only not so baseless anymore. I don’t really know. I guess it just happens (happened more like it) and some days you really feel it. Like when you get that ginormous bill from your dentist.

At the bottom of it all, life is still good. I’m still doing all the things I love, no matter what has come or gone and fled us all by over the years.



I’m turning 23 real soon. Completing 23 I suppose to be more exact. Entering that 24th year of my life, where I really make my own way, my own home and everything else. I know a lot of people still say I’m still terribly young to think so much, but you can’t stop life from happening with that can you, now ? I know I have a long way to go but I also know I have to begin NOW.

Life as I know it will definitely change this year. The last few years have had so many uncertainties and ups and downs, as it has been for almost all of us. I still inherently believe that life is good, everybody fights their own battles, you gotta deal with things as they come, do the right thing, follow your heart,  hurt nobody and everything’s gonna be alright but hey, guess what?  I still have that mad glint in my eye. Be warned.