Adulting

 As a child, like almost everyone else, I just couldn't wait to grow up. I remember dressing up as an adult, draping a dupatta around, pretending it to be a saree, trying to fit into my mom's sandals wear SINDHOOR because once you are an adult, you get married and married women in my part of the world wear sindoor on the forehead, and also talk and behave like an adult. I thought adulting would be fun - you have money, you aren't answerable to anyone, you have all the freedom in the world, yada yada. And the joke's on me, because once I stepped into the shoe of an adult, I realised it's not rosy as I thought it would be. Heck! Adulting is hard. 

To begin with, money doesn't come easy, you gotta work fucking hard to earn a decent bit of cash. You are answerable to more people than you thought. If you are woman, freedom comes with a cost. You lose people - sometimes to misunderstanding, sometimes because one of you evolve into a better person and the other doesn't, sometimes to death... Your parents grow older and you dread the worst. And if you have partner and kids, you have additional responsibilities, fears and commitments... 

Oh! The list is long! I am sure, you can relate, because you are going through your share of the shitshow that adulting is. Fuck man. This isn't what I signed up for.