I was 18 years old. I had envisioned a perfectly smooth and fun-filled life for myself. I was pursuing B.Tech, had a girlfriend to live for, had friends who would support me in every endeavor and a family to feel of. My dreams were as simple as imagined.
These were my plans for the next 12 years.
Today is my 30th birthday. I am sitting in a rented apartment, 1500kms away from home, in a suit holding a glass of wine and staring at this old torn and taped piece of paper. My then girlfriend is long-lost, probably married (so is my last girlfriend). I am still single, doing a job, living a questionable life away from family.
Even though I say ‘I don’t wanna get married’, but I do. I wanted to get married by the age of 24 and live a happy, healthy life with my love. My dreams encircled the single-most powerful variable – LOVE.