Musings at 25!

The days have been longer and years, shorter. Such has been the case.
On Monday, I was making decisions between the Stumper, the Bouncer and the Cosco balls for gully cricket. At the age of 8, I was chugging Boost just for that free bat.
Tuesday came and I was living in barracks. I was singing the wrong lyrics loud in the corridors of my house and rolled on the floor not laughing and 15 went by.
20 on Wednesday went by food hopping and counter striking .
Thursday I went for Sprints and had some Stories to tell, all the while feeling 23.
It’s Friday now and I am 25, already weary. I just hope to get the work done and find a good bar at the end of the day.
I look forward for the weekend just so that I can be loungin’ on the couch just chillin’ in my snuggie and flip to MTV so they can teach me how to Dougie.
Until then I have started relating to Ghazals. I have started calling shopkeepers Bhaiya and not uncle. Damn I am 25 and ‘am officially uncle zoned. Bring on the apocalypse already!
