I wont make any excuses for the looooooong hiatus I took from my blogging. I will simply say to you, that until last week, I had miscalculated my age. Mathematics was never my strong point. But this is one count I shouldn't have messed up. Now I realise that being born in 1981, I complete 29 years of living life & step into thirty. Thirty. Terrible, traumatic, tragic, terrifying, troublesome. Thirty. Like many before me, I believed that I am above the cliche. And that I wouldnt fear the turn of the decade. Turns out, I AM a cliche. My head is automatically tallying up a lot of facts. And drawing conclusions. Some I shall share here. Money in my bank: None whatsoever. Apart from the compulsory tax savings & some investments made by wise parents & spouse, this ultra important aspect of life is not applicable. I am simply daft about money matters. Career: Exists. Potentially bright. But in frozen mode when it comes to satisfaction. Basically going to wo...
Stories of our lives, lived realities, urban motherhood and unmet ambition. Hope to connect to more people like me who can never find someone like themselves in mainstream discourses. Born cynic with a touch of optimism.