To-do list

How often are you asked this question – What is the one crazy thing you have done in your life? And if you took a pause of five minutes to think about the answer, well, you and I are on the same boat. I’m 23 and my answer always is, I still have a long way to go. The truth is, I’m 23, and I should be out doing crazy things right now. And no, before you think that I’m going to take a sabbatical and that I’m going to turn up in hippie clothes proclaiming that my life is “cool”, I’m not going to do that.

This is just a promise I make to myself and put it out there in the cyberspace to hope that before I’m 25, I hopefully must have ticked most, if not all of these mentioned ideas. And well, I could always add more (which is why the blank pointer in the end).

•           Quit my first job
•          Go on a solo trip to any place, could be 25 kms away from the city I’m currently living in or the other end of the country.
•           Try something new, take a salsa lesson or learn a new language or learn a musical instrument
•           Go on my first trip abroad.
•           Go on a really fancy date with the guy I like and pay for the date.
•         Instead of being the “watchguard” amongst friends, get drunk at a party and just be crazy.
•          Do something I’m afraid of.
•           Get an actual fashion blog shoot done.
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Because you are no more 22 :D

This photo because I miss going to new restaurants in the city with you

Living away from home, I would always boast that I’m this really independent person who can easily walk into an unknown city and make that home too. (But, the lights have to be switched on throughout the night in my room, because you know, devils). I can proudly say that in 5 years, there has not been one moment when I have been homesick (Mummy, I still love you).

But the truth is, there have been people that I have met who made me not miss home, who became family. And Miss Paul was my one-woman-army. I mean family.

Why am I writing this today? Because it’s her birthday. And I was late in wishing her, also because like a needy puppy she messaged me saying, “Do I have to ask for a post now?”. Well, that’s after she messaged me at 1 pm IST, when I was a few drinks down and listening to blaring Yo Yo Honey Singh songs while trying to hold a friend who whispered into my ear *hold me I will fall*, “Hi, it’s my birthday”.

Even though we are miles away, there has not been a day that has gone by when I haven’t spoken to her. Be it her confusion about attending a play or a talk by two authors, both happening at the same time, or her skyping with me to show how amazing a burger looks there or when she became my Christina Yang to tell me "he's not the sun, you are", well, we have managed to keep each other entertained, even now.

But, if there’s one person I miss more than words could ever put together, it’s Miss Paul. But keeping aside my selfish want of hoping that she was still in the city, I feel like a proud mother every time I talk to someone about how she just spent 57 pounds buying some amazing clothes or even one someone says something as awkward and sweet as “you’ve got a book in you, Amrita”.

Because you do Miss Paul.  You do.