I am 45, a mother of handsome teen ager!
My life has crossed most of its milestones—
first as a daughter, then a wife, and now a mother.
The roles changed, but the responsibilities never really did.
Yet, there comes a stage in life where one longs to pause… to breathe for oneself.
To rediscover personal likes, silent dreams, and the parts that were patiently waiting.
I believe that scribbling thoughts—on anything and everything I encounter—
is my way of reconnecting with myself.
A gentle process of reflection, learning, and unlearning.
Perhaps this is how a wiser version of me is being shaped—
the one life quietly expects to emerge post 45.