Through these years, I found that friendships are demanding, they are hard. They end when you take them for granted. But, ironically it's the friendships you can take for granted which last the longest.
I have always been 'aunty' in the first definition, but today I am also an 'aunt'.
At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
If someone wants to chart my progress, this is where I am right now.
There are two things I haven't experienced in my life till now that the majority might have felt at some point, one is inspiration and the other is Chickenpox.
"Hi, nice to meet you, I am Crazy and you are?"
I see the whole world as a Realm of Possibility, without the false borders, a world within our worlds mostly in our heads.
What made it easier, was the fact that the entire building was suffering and not me singularly. It's better to suffer as a community, that's what my survival instinct says.
Here's to the next five years, to survival, to democracy.
I think I finally mustered up the courage to knock on Life's door, before I used to let it find me, waiting by the window.