LaShEs Of AgE

            I only decided to write this because I am going through a social crisis.

           Just kidding. I am writing this because I want to look busy.

      Before you start reading this I must warn you this will be in the third person view.(I mean ofcourse I am going to talk about myself so that you can read my traumatic thoughts and then appreciate my work, thus increasing my views),but incase you do not like third pov, you better go and continue reading your wattpad.

       Well, let's start this story disney style, although it has got no step mothers or sisters and it's a "story" based on literally one "day" of me going to dad's shop(I didn't even stay for the entire day, just two hours lol).

       Once upon a time,

Okay I am enjoying playing with this font size so much.I promise I will stop.(For now)

          

           There was a girl named Priya. She had just come back to Mumbai from Punjab after finishing her Bachelor's in Education post a long gap of......................four months.(A lot can happen in 4 months okay,don't judge)

            Everything had changed for her.It wasn't just her who changed,but also the closest people around her had stuff going on in their lives. Ever learnt the chapter called "ecosystem"? Yeah well, then you must be knowing that if even one thing in your ecosystem shifts, the entire ecosystem shakes. Here my life shuddered with my closest person moving ahead in her life, without me.

Oh sorry, I forgot. I had to write in third person pov.

  Priya loved her best friend very much(that's why many people thought she was a lesbian,which she is not...but thanks for the compliment). She knew her bf (best friend; what did you think?) loved her too. But they both had no idea how to possibly bridge the gap distance had made between them. Both of them thought that once she came back to Mumbai, they would meet and everything would be alright.

Right?

Wrong. Kids,sometimes waiting is not worth it. Sometimes you need to be a stubborn, mad, passionate lover blasting your friends with messages and calls and updating them about your boring life and bad decisions. 

Sometimes, silent understanding is misplaced with silent pain. You don't even realize how you both got to a point where you both go through the worst moments of your life and come out of it, without the other person having a blink of an idea about it. Let alone being with you and hugging it out, like you always did.

  By God(or Gods), I didn't even plan to write this!

  (Okay,this doesn't even go with the title I have written...at this point I am sure I must have gotten you confused)

 Allow me to take you round circles. Keep reading. In the end we both will realize it makes sense. Let me pour it out first.

 Yeah, so.....this is the lash of age. Not the eyelash "lash"; but the lash found in "whiplash". 

  As Priya was riding on the car with her dad, she noticed in her surroundings(Yes, she was free from the addiction of staring down into mobile screens and dumbed by earphones with blasting music....one year sober and counting...contact for knowing rehab centre details,it's in nature by the way).....she noticed that the lash of age spares noone. The taste of hardwork oozing out of everyone's sweaty bodies, from the rickshaw driver to her father inside the air conditioned car.They had grown used to it,now they woke up each day and got whipped like a pro(is this suddenly giving fifty shades vibes? Oh God.) 

    As she looked on at the graying hairs and receding hairlines of men around her, she realized that it was her time to take the driver's seat of her rocket(think big),launch it at a great intensity of changing events and loosing parts of her old self and people she loved, inorder to land somewhere in life, with the hope her embark would be successful. The fuel is her faith in her purpose, which is to be happy and to spread happiness to everyone around her in life. 

    Oh God, she said...as she sat on the passenger's seat beside her dad in the car and upturned her palms facing up; "I surrender myself to this age of life. I agree to sacrifice myself so that I can give to others from everything that I have, everything I have got.Taking care of myself, I leave upto you my Lord. 

     God knows the best how much a soul can suffer. Take for example, two places like Mumbai and Punjab. Life in Mumbai is way different than Punjab, so are it's people. Here in Mumbai, she saw people working like mules and cattle, just to have some grass by the end of the day. The people standing in bus, with their heavy bagpacks, scraping enough time to eat lunch turning round their backs from their display of clothes that they were selling. This urgent need to sell whatever they could get their hands on, it was always a matter of "to get the customers to buy this" and not "hey,umm I have this cool stone called diamond, would you like to buy it?".

Hardwork was in their blood. People in Mumbai love hardwork more than money.(they do, they just won't buy it)

      Punjab?It is a place to just chill,chill...just chill(https://youtu.be/w5iA5LIwF2A ...yup this song). The people there are like frogs, happy in their pond of factories and farms and preparing their tadpoles for a career called "Canada". Let's just say, the vibes are different there. Yup, chill.

     I mean no offence but over here she sat on a bus to Thane station(okay, I know I said I am from Mumbai, but I am from Thane...I say Mumbai for aesthetic purposes!) and the bus conducter literally gave her the exact change for her fare( The fare was 17 rupees, I gave him 50 rupees, he gave me 30 rupees and I thought okay cool who cares for 3 rupees, and after ten minutes when he got the change, he literally came and shoved a 2 rupee and 1 rupee coin in my hand). She told the conducter uncle with a smile, "it's okay you keep the change."

Conductor: "Take it madam."( Cue any maharashtrian peer pressuring you to do 3 rounds of ghalin lotangan after ganpati aarti. )

And in Punjab they used to charge her 300 rupees just for 3 kilometres! And don't even try to bargain with them, they will buy you out with their stubborn blood and smiles(yeah,I noticed that latter part after watching mumbaikars having a constant crisis look on their faces.)

    So, as she reached home and sat on a bench in her building complex contemplating these crazy reflections and getting inspired to write all of this in her blog, she realized that she is now only a few days away from living this age of her life (I am only 23 by the way). But for a 23 year old, this is what life has taught me:

 "HE knows the best, she said. HE made not everyone equal, and gave less bounty and more burden accordingly. I am only the bearer, I have to share what I have, not worry about what others have or not have. Everyone's life is different, and HE will fill what is emptied or taken away from your life. The one constant thought that cycles in her head is: "We think there is noone to take care of us. So we take things into our own hands. We think of only ourselves, thus ending up isolating and getting lonelier as each day passes. Don't you realize? We are meant to share. To share our bounty, our energies, our love.

Because you cannot take care of everyone, but HE gives the crow water to quench his thirst through a maid throwing water on the ground. HE sends you the cool breeze, giving you a relief from your despair in harsh reality of life. In His prayer, you are awarded silence, the highest in demand in all markets which is always out of stock; thanks to the Made in China cheap replacement of noise, which promises us all peace and we buy it. In retrospective, can music with the noise of human voice and instagram loading your brain with information ever give you an escape from the already existing noise in your head?

Is saradon a cure for headache or do we need to stop and meditate to cleanse our sacred hearts and heads?

Noise over more noise just makes it worser. You think silence does not work because you are not used to it.

Umm,

that's it I guess.

I mean I still don't think I brought it to a full circle. Maybe I did a lot of arcs up there lol.

Nevertheless, I hope you got something away from the conjectures I wrote.

Hope you laughed, starting with the "haha, this is funny and light", but then turned to  "haha, wait this got deep and I was not ready for this".

As for me and my best friend, my mother said this: Put yourself in her shoes( maybe I will put myself in her clothes, she's got a great collection).She must be handling a lot. Give it time, everything will get alright. Do not make hasty decisions with people you care for the most. (yeah, this means if you got close to someone, you have given them a ticket to shit all over you and take you for granted and you gotta be patient with them; viceversa). So yeah, what can I say, time will.

Or maybe Salman Khan and Katrina Kaif will say:

Just chill, chill....just chillllllllllllllllllll.

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soniya dil se milade dil,

oK bYe.