Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Talking to myself

I talk to myself...quite frequently, an idiosyncrasy that’s clung on and become a core part of the person that I am. I don’t know that I always did that, but my Chennai days gave it consciousness. Perhaps it’s a bit of loneliness, the lack of good company that marked the onset of this peculiarity that is second nature to me.

I reached home last night after a lovely dinner. Can you believe the veg starters were better than the non-veg? Fish cakes vs Corn cups or something like that!

I sang to myself while bathing – a super fast bath that was. I ended up in front of the mirror examining my face for signs of wear and tear…sigh!, the marks of age setting in. It struck me that I was talking to myself.

A couple of months ago, I was fretful of turning into a Cat Lady and here I was, approaching mid-night, having a conversation with myself on the downsides of aging, trying to uplift my spirits with the thought of growing old gracefully, and Wham…I’m in my 30s and already getting eccentric. What next? Will I start growing whiskers or baking for the neighborhood?


Happy Karma said...

Hell No. No miaow for you. You are made for more dinners and drinks and drives and escapades.

KM said...

:-) I feel like a robin in a tree - thankful that I can sing :-))))))