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 I am loving it now. This entire exercise is getting so much fun that I skipped lunch to pursue categorizing of clothes a little more. The amount of clothes I now have to donate is giving me sheer joy too. There's some satisfaction in giving. When we give to others we actually give to ourselves. When we help others we actually help ourselves. But we need to give without expecting things in return. Expectations can only brew discontentment and complaints. Unconditional giving creates so much joy and mental space. And guess what? I finally had the energy to empty the remaining closets too. The only thing remaining is emptying two suitcases and I am sure I'll do that by the night is over. What surprises did I find? A beautiful dress that comes with the tag which means it was never worn. Not sure who bought it. Don't remember myself buying it because it is not even my style. But I can wear it in Goa. Anything goes in Goa. All body image issues disappear in Goa.  I asked my sis ...

When I was fifteen Growing up was the new thing :-) I said no kissing Till I turn eighteen :-/ A secret room for two When I turn twenty-two <3 But now I'm twenty-four And I throw him out that door  :-/ Tomorrow I'll be twenty-six And I'll be in a fix  :-( For when I'm thirty Things might get dirty :-O Because I'll again need you When I turn thirty-two :-) But when we both turn sixty Being together will be risky :-/ For we'd want to be fifteen again And break the promise of kissing too late. :-P

I’m 23, turning 24 after a month. I weigh 8kgs more than I should. I walk clumsily. I’m prone to colliding with objects that don’t move. I can’t cross busy roads alone. I can hardly run a few metres without stopping for breath.  And I do not know cycling. In my defense, I never got the opportunity to learn cycling nor did I have much interest in it when I was young. Now that I realize I’m 24 and I just theoretically know to drive a car and nothing else, I decided to learn to ride a bicycle. First Blocker – There are hardly any schools that would teach you cycling. Of course, I think there are none. Solution – I spent 50% of my savings (Yes, I hardly save anything) and bought a new bicycle – a blue Avon Foster bicycle (I call it my bike, no other names, I’m not 8 anymore :-P) on 29 th March 2015. Second Blocker – They laughed when I asked for training wheels. “Not available,” they said. Solution – I decided I have all the time on earth, so I can do witho...