Sunday, October 6, 2013

Am I what i am being called?

I felt weird when a random child called me aunty. Oh yes i have gained some extra pounds , may be some stressed lines on face, talk with people elder to my age, Talk BIG BIG things.. Advice people , Shop much ... But then , this doesn't categorize me as an Aunty. Am Just married (gona be 3 yrs) ,still fight with my brother, still fall in for chocolates and cartoons, still play racing games, still do crazy things that makes my parents go nuts... still scream of joy when India wins over match. still dance on "literally un understandable songs" .. still hang out with friends .. ahh (in phone though)
First time when a lil one called me aunty i almost screamed" kisko aunty bola be" and thought he misunderstood my age. second time i went convincing i am not that old..
But then what is being old? how will you categorize an age for an aunty.. By the way she looks? by the way she speaks?
Then what will you call the one whom i see everyday jogging faster than me in the early mist? His hair was grey and i can figure he was above 60 with those wrinkles.
Or maybe i am thinking too much and as all say i am going grey.
May be in this coming years when i turn 30 or may be tomorrow or today i am aunty.
Its difficult to adjust with the new name .
But then i think its not bad in Turning 30 or being called aunty
as for me i will always be the Child I Am. The Naughty one of My Mom.

Gratitude

Its going to be 3 years with you....
You were with me through all
My ups and downs.
I shared much of my secrets with you.
You didnt leave me
When all others did.
But yesterday everything went upside down.
I thought i lost you forever
But today you rose up as phoenix
All my hopes are back again.
You are With a broken wing
But still you are my best companion.
Thank you MY HTC DESIRE.
Never seen a phone like you.
Months before i lost torch nd other small functions ... as you always jump from my hand
Day before wen u had the fall
You lost your eyes your camera
And my headset jack..
Uwere literally silent..
But today you shown great courage my phone
And i am proud of you.
You knew music is my strength
Nd you repaired yourself nd you
Co operated with headset....
Sorry i have thrown you many times...
You are literally torn off
Your internal memory is almost nill
But you still keep my needs fulfilled.
Hatsoff my htc hatsoff to you
Love you loads