I am now, 24

 

I was wearing a kaftan, peak Aunty moment

I turned 24 last week. For the first time after a very long time, I did not feel like writing anything. I would always write something. But this time... nothing. An interesting birthday, I would say. Also feel like I've said enough.

What I've learnt? Done that.

What are the things I want to achieve? Sort of written that too.

To be really frank, I wasn't looking forward to my birthday this year. For some odd reason, I did not feel anything. No excitement, nothing. Is this how I will be feeling from this year forward? Probably.

However just like any other years, I always ended up enjoying the day. I was reminded every hour of how lucky & loved I am. Utterly grateful.

On a different note, I went to buy flowers on my birthday morning. I got myself lilies. Soon after I got them, I think I discovered I'm allergic to their pollen... My body just itch whenever I'm near them. Tragic. Never buying lilies again.