50
Days back, when talking to Bubu about my 50th bday; We were discussing the possibility of a morning walk and maybe even a quick breakie or something to bring the day in. Plans of an intimate dinner with him and close friends or maybe even an staycation were conviniently shot down, with the lockdown orders.
Now I can't believe my milestone day was spent in some strange bitter sweet stupor, isolating in my room, receiving calls/messages, cakes and gifts and missing that one call, which I will never hear. Vini Chitti would always call me at 12am, a habit instilled by Shankari some years back to wish me on my Bday and NYE and now all I have is her photo on my phone's favourites.
What a dreadful way to enter my 50s, Is this the sign of things to come..the inevitable losses as I age..Nothing makes sense
Now I can't believe my milestone day was spent in some strange bitter sweet stupor, isolating in my room, receiving calls/messages, cakes and gifts and missing that one call, which I will never hear. Vini Chitti would always call me at 12am, a habit instilled by Shankari some years back to wish me on my Bday and NYE and now all I have is her photo on my phone's favourites.
What a dreadful way to enter my 50s, Is this the sign of things to come..the inevitable losses as I age..Nothing makes sense