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Being me !

It was one on those rare easy morning - we sat over our tea and talked about relationships. Bhaskar 's contention was that getting old is getting better with oneself - feeling settled and finding  acceptance. He said he has enjoyed life more in these last ten years than he did in his youth when he was "chasing" something or the other :) He rectified and said that mostly he was chasing runs, being the cricketer that he was!
With relationships being so brittle all around , sometimes I am amazed when someone makes the effort to keep it going despite the nonchalance all around . In many ways I still believe in the old fashioned  theory of commitment !
The single rose in the rose bush after many days of drought  was quite symbolic - standing out on its own - singularly all by itself !
Some days , like I said are good - and beyond the hustle bustle of life, not having to leave home at 9 to beat the late mark,not have that  exasperation of the traffic and the deadlines .There is a calmer life, when  you savor your tea, and have time to watch the bees if not the birds !!
And there is this feeling of taking it easy -  which often is mistaken as indifference , but then who cares really ? You can speak your mind and be the way you want to be - after all it's time to "be me"!

Definitely there is an advantage of getting older - you get to see life a little more clearly !



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