Alice on treadmill

Childhood has its way of pouncing on you whenever you think that you have smugly settled into your predictable adulthood. And its not always pretty, like I realised yesterday.

My job’s going great, I have a great set of friends who I go drinking and dancing with, and I’ve got tons on my plate, just the way I like. Suddenly though, I slumped back at my chair and felt like a headless-skinless chicken…almost numb.

I felt like a little girl lost in some stranger’s life. A stranger who works a lot, cusses alot, plans alot, yells alot. Most of my friends from college have gone ahead with MBA. There lives are still the same. I turn up my nose at them and convince myself that these kids need to come to terms with reality. But yesterday, I wanted to be one of them.

I might be getting fed up of running so fast that I stay at the same spot. Alice had the option of waking from the nightmare. I might have to jump off the treadmill and sip some water.

 

P.S. Thanks Kripa for singing to me:-)