Indecisive definitions


Definitions and perspectives change with age. With each passing day,maturity builds giving any definition the much needed makeover. I believe in fairy tales.I still do. Fairytale love and romance always fascinated me as a teen. Romantic gestures mattered and romance to me had a whole new meaning.It was well associated with love,travel,being together and sticking along in any walks of life. Unlike poles are destined to remain and my story is no different. 


Tied the knot with a man who sees life in a whole new perspective - a perspective that does not shadow a tad bit to mine. Knowing not the other during initial days, marriage always seems like as simple as chugging down a luscious cheesecake. Deep-down the harsh reality - understanding blooms unfurling along the very first arguments. Nope, it’s not it all. There’s more to getting comfortable with arguments and expressing the frustrated self. To spice it up kicked in pregnancy hormones when we least expected it.


Where did my fairytale depictions go? Romance was just words merely expressed.Expressed really well I must say. Stuck between understanding life and maturity was a troubled me churning hopes of romantic dinners and drive which was too much a reach to my man. What was beyond my understanding then ,is now a blessing I dint wish for. Two kids later,and it strikes what real romance defines to be.


Waking to a lazy day with window shades on and a partner who has settled the kid’s breakfast. Waking to a sink with the dishes done and laundry out to dry. School work taken care of and food delivered to the table when you are sick. The call when it gets dusky and the only text message asking if you reached. Overhead windows being childproofed and aircon set to your preference. Some “me” time without asking for but at the time when you need it. This sums up to all the romantic experiences and expressions quoted in every fairy tale. 


Aging acts its best with thoughts and immature ideologies turning a new leaf. Time illuminates quiet dinner times make more sense than romantic getaways or dining out. Takeaways become your new best friend than cajoling a toddler in a full fledged restaurant. Home is the only vacation where peace dwells. Definitions change with age. And indecisive definitions are many that take the change wagon every other day.

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