Preface: This post was written by me on 10 December, 2009; but did not post it at that time for some reason. Found this post lying idle somewhere on the hard disk of my lappy; felt like posting it now. Things have changed a lot, as expected, since then. But sometimes it feels nice going back in time and introspecting.
I love December. The month of lovely winter, the month of holidays, the month full of parties and of course, the month in which I was born. However, this December is a bit different from the rest of the twenty-five Decembers I've seen so far. This December, I suddenly feel like a grown up. I feel a burden of responsibilities. Never has the age played such an important part in my life before. Every other person is popping the question of marriage. I'm getting nostalgic about school days, college life every now and then. I'm not really sure what I want from life. I'm not sure which field/city I should settle into. I've started questioning myself if only an apartment and a car is what I toiled so much in life for. It feels like the whole world is conspiring against me. Is this called the quarter life crisis? I'm trying to run away from these questions by engrossing myself in parties and outings. But I'm sure these monstrous questions are going to hound me again soon.
