This refers to me. Myself. Not Irene, though (yes, I know that was a pathetic one).
As a rule, people are expected to grow up with time. I've never found out why, though. They say, it's all about responsibilities, but then, responsibilities are supposed to make people matured; how relevant are responsibilities as far as growing up is concerned?
I'm expected to grow up, I know. This possibly means I cannot afford to remain innocent. I need to strangle the child inside me, somehow. This means that I cannot
- afford to take a walk when I like to (which would double up as a physical exercise on a serious note)
- call up friends when I'm keen to converse with (surprisingly, there are quite a few)
- read books that I crave for (as if the list isn't infinite...)
- go for a movie (or a hundred) just like that
- watch cricket endlessly (they do seem to be endless these days)
- pull the flush halfway through a pee and try frantically to finish off before the water runs out (and invariably fail, and wait back for the cistern to refill)
- or do lots of stuff that I really like to do.
- I shouldn't jump up trying to reach the leaves of the oh-so-close trees while I walk back home (I did touch one this week!)
- I shouldn't fall asleep on the grass during an afternoon stroll (preferably not on a winter night)
- I should prefer porn to animated movies (to be honest, I do at times)
- I shouldn't take the first tram that runs through Maidan, stuffing telebhaja with an insatiable lupine hunger (cut down somewhat due to dieting)
- I shouldn't stand on the terrace for hours to greet the first rain (and catch pneumonia)
- I shouldn't while away my time sniffing warmed-up mattresses in the lazy spring afternoons with polash all over my back (okay, I know I need the tree somewhere on my terrace, but let's not spoil the mood)
- I should rush through the supermarkets at lightning speed instead of spending hours trying to read the label on the newest detergent (and point out the spelling and grammatical errors)