In my adolescence, someone told me "Thirty is the old age of youth and forty is the youth of old age". And I found many of my friends wary of crossing that 29 figure. But today was my moment, and I welcomed my 30 with open arms.
I don't remember the last time when I discarded clothes because they did not fit me anymore. I discarded clothes only when they were tattered and torn because I never really "grew bigger ". People still come up to me and say that I look like a 12th standard student. In fact the guy at the movie theatre asked me for a proof of being above 18 yrs of age when I went to watch an 'A' certificate No One Killed Jessica.
But today, there was a pleasant surprise waiting for me. One the eve of my 32nd birthday when I went to buy some clothes for myself, the 28" would'nt fit me. And it gave me an immense sense of achievement to ask for a size 30" jeans and boy, it was a perfect fit. After waiting for 31 years and 364 days, I was so happy to have achieved the 30 i always wanted to.
I did not even wait for 30 seconds before saying "Pack it, thats mine"!!
