What's in the age.

So, funny story, a friend of mine told me that when she goggle'd my name, a popular search, even before 'Alicia Souza amazon' was 'Alicia Souza age'. I laughed. (and secretly checked…and it's true!!) So, that's what people want to know!

In short, as of date, I am 28 years old. It's (WAYYY) older than I feel but as wise as I've ever been.
Age can be scary. When I was a teenager, I imagined myself at this age a whole lot different. Infact my thoughts of me were always the most 'normal'. I imagined that by now I would probably be on my way to becoming a mother, well settled in a 9-5 job and being happy. When I think of that now, I think I've overshot by a mile. Well, I am a mother, though to a furry child, I work in a 24 hour job (if you consider sleep as working too) and I'm beyond happy. Happier than I've ever been and the happiest I could ever imagine. In fact I scare myself with the happy bit.

Settled? probably not.. but it's the best. When I think of the word 'settled', I imagine mundane, which is what I think it means. A life with not too many up and downs and no real surprises. The kind I imagined I wanted when I was young. It seemed safe and being brought up in Abu Dhabi, that's the only life I'd seen. Now I can't imagine being 'settled' even if I did raise a family (beyond furries --haha furries just autocorrected to curries…well they'd be little curries then). A life being lived and not on autopilot. It makes me worried, keeps me busy and oh so happy.

Age, so funny! Ageing, rather!
One day I'm going to feel old and wise, but for now I'll just settle with 'young (at heart) and a little silly'. It will do for now.

One of those busy days.

The world's been on my shoulders with a days to-do-list that can be compiled in a book. It's all good though, everything's (kind of) on track and there's surprise work on my fingertips. Itching to begin things so bad! It's been busy for everyone I guess. My housemate, Anu, is back in town and there are days like today, when she works from home, and our house is a little factory of ideas. Sometimes though, I suddenly realise that the only noise from the two of us sitting at either end of the same room is the harsh quick taps on the keyboard and Charlie breathing. The intensity can be cut with a knife.
Then we call each other out, make pizza and watch a terrible episode of a trashy tv show only to end up talking and not realising the show concluded amidst our conversation about love, love and business.

Happy Friendship Day, ya'll!

Regrets of the dying

RIP Abdul Kalam

Drawing on boxes

Tale of toast.

I never saw the point of toast. Adding texture to already decent bread just never got me. Also the texture of butter really wasn't too pleasing. It's so 'slippery', you can almost call it 'slimy'. I'd had my bread plain or with a sandwich, sans the butter.
I gradually adapted to the taste of butter. I feel like along with my brain, my taste buds grew up. I'm fine with almost anything. Butter was fine and so was toast, but still, what's the point when I can have it in it's original chewy texture.
About a year ago, I fell ill. I don't fall ill too often but when I do, I curl in the corner and update my will. I prefer not seeing anyone and get annoyed with myself. It's a horrid state to be in and you'd be in a horrid state to be with someone like me then. I lived on toast and tea for a week. That's long for me. Also, even in deathly states, I threw in some chips. It's my drug of choice.
I felt better with every crunch of the toasted bread and though I remember not tasting it, that slippery slimy butter was the best thing that happened to sliced bread.
And now, I'm officially an addict. I love the stuff. Everytime I see bread, I can't help but think 'Perhaps some toast then?'. It doesn't help that it goes well with tea.
Why am I writing this long yarn about my love for buttered toast? Because I want to eat one right now and I thought this would be a great distraction as the water boils for tea.
Well, that was officially a failed distraction.