Adulthood is crazy.
You plan your days.
You plan your bills.
You plan your pills.
You want to be good, feel good, look good, go change the world, manage your money, get rich, get focused, get fit, read books, move on from things that happened 23,056 years back, and when you have dealt with all of that, one fine day your parents are either angry or upset or both and now you have to bear the wrath of their silence because communication is rarely and Indian forte.
But above all of this, I remember my house help’s nineteen year old daughter glaring at me once while I was typing at my laptop at a record breaking speed, and I realised I had a privilege of education. Something that eventually helps you get over a lot of pain in life, even not self inflicted.
