Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

Write a post inspired by your sixteenth birthday.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIXTEEN.

Sixteenth birthday. . . . .another birthday in the series of birthdays reminding me that I’m growing OLD. I remember that was the last birthday that ‘got’ celebrated. My sister and other cousins threw a party for me. Nowadays, I can’t imagine why anybody would want to celebrate birthdays. They are a reminder of how I’m growing older by the day, along with that one gray hair I see while combing. From being a troublesome teenager, to looking forward to someone else’s birthday (keep guessing), I’ve come a long way I guess. In the meantime, I’ve been constantly on the horns of some dilemma or the other, being amazed at how things manage to get so complicated for me, making decisions that I continue analyzing to this day, whereas other people have apparently chosen to follow the path of least resistance. Gasp. . . .simply looking back at life can make you feel sort of tired sometimes.

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My First Post-marital Blog Post

When you were five years old, who was your hero? What do you think of that person today?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a HERO.

So, I’ve been MIA since more than two months as I got married and busy with ‘social’ stuff. Even though I was no fan of my house, I kinda miss it. It’s the second time since my wedding that I’ve been here. I’m about to leave, and what makes it a lot more heartbreaking is that since, my parents are moving, I don’t know when I’ll be able to see it again. Just like the place I used to live in as a five-year old, was this structure of bricks gonna be another memory? Speaking of which, I must come back to the topic of this prompt. When I was a five-year old, my hero was…… some mindless idiot. Alhamdulillaah, I’ve moved on since.

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