I think I can sense the panic now. Just thinking in perspective.
-While I was buying my black Swift in 2007, I was actually rooting for an orange one- flashy, young and bindaas. But the sales guy had vested interests. The black one was on its way as per my prior booking and he did not want to change it. So he showered praises on the black one that me the executive kinds should go for and for good measure he added- Madam, may be the next car could be orange. Now I think in 5 year blocks as far as cars are concerned. And that would mean by the time I buy my next car, I would be "gasp" 37! nearly 40? Not a good idea to remind me that and now I really don't see myself buying orange at 37. Well, the rate at which my mindset is maturing, I probably would go for orange but still, lets not talk about it now. I don't want to think 37. I am thinking 33 only. I am taking it 1 day at time.
-So I want to gift this blog to Ojas & Tejas when they are older- let's say atleast 8 or 10 (they say in movies that at the age of 8 a child can really understand this latent love and get her Dad and long lost love together. By that logic, 8 or 10 is a fair age at which my kids can be made aware of the blog. So that means I would be 40 by the time I gift this blog. Now that sounds heavy! While I am eager to share the blog with my kids, 40! I mean how cool (kewl) will I be at 40! I don't want to think about it. But then life does begin at 40- wow, I can't wait to get at it! "gulp".
-On our first night (cut that, there is no mature content here), instead of some romantic comment, or oohing aahing on the well, flower decoration, the first thing the hubby said was a wistful, world-wisdom remark- just imagine 25 years from now, we will be as old as our parents (give or take a few years), retired, laid back... panic... that is 50, 50 plus atleast. Quiet, Shush, we don't want to talk about it.
The worst thing about marrying a man who is
Speaking of parents, at my age, my Mom was a mother of a 9 year old. And my kids are still in nursery. No no no, I am not competing, I am not thinking that when I will start dreaming of grandkids, I would be, "counting on my fingers", atleast, no no let me count again, it can't be 60 or 60 plus right?
Drifts away counting on fingers and making vile plans of influencing sons to get married really early so that she can look like a "hip hot mamma" when the sons are getting married.