SAY

Having lived twenty years of my life (almost half of it in vain), today I wonder what turning fifty would be like! I wonder if I’ll still hope for a silly birth day surprise. I wonder if I’ll still have friends who would stay up and wish me at midnight. I wonder if things like that would even hold importance anymore. I wonder if I would have put a huge check on my Things-to-do-before-i-turn-50-list. But more than everything I wonder if my family would still be around to call and check on me and ask me if I'm doing all right.

It’s my Mommy dearest’s 50^th birth day today and as I take my own time to let the fact sink in, I must have thought of her a million times. I have missed years of my life being miles away from her. Years of my life missing out on all the things we love doing together; the little things that she continues to remember and how she mentions them every time we meet ; how she prepares every meal, plans all of her days according to me when I am around. 

Nostalgia makes me wish I had things some other way.

It’s probably the exhausted me talking here, but I wish we told people how much they meant to us more often. It’s weird how we always consider the most important of stuff understood until the need arises to express and explicate.

As for me, I'll once again let words do the talking.