I rang in my last birthday along with three very important people.
One of them is no longer a part of my life.
Another one is on a self-imposed indefinite sabbatical from me.
The third person, thankfully, is still in my life. I had almost lost her too, but better sense prevailed and we both hung on.
This last one year has been one of the most turbulent years of my life.
I thought I would be married by my 26th birthday, to the guy I was in love with. And I tried with every fibre of my being to make it happen. But God had other plans. God said “Let’s see how grown-up you are” and threw a bunch of googlies in my way. I don’t know how well I have dealt with them, but dealt with them, I have, for sure.
So here I am, on my 26th, with my Lily and Marshall. Still single, engaged to be married by this year-end. I don’t know whether I am happy or not. I still eye happiness with a little bit of suspicion. It’ll take time, but I’m working on it. But I think I’m content. At peace, if I may. My demons don’t bother me so much lately. They haven’t gone away completely, either. That’ll take time as well. I’m slowly trying to prepare myself for a whole new life phase.
This is my last birthday in Hyderabad. The city I've come to look upon as my own. The thought of leaving is killing me, but I have to go. This place has too many memories. I may never be able to move on in life if I continue to stay here. So more than preparing myself for marriage, I’ve been trying to prepare myself for leaving my Hyderabad. The withdrawal symptoms have started.
Turning 26, definitely hasn’t been easy.
But hey, I’m still alive. And that’s something to celebrate, isn't it? :)
Happy birthday, me.
ETA: I posted this after midnight on 12th. I don't know why the date is showing as 11th.