A peek at the peaks

Sometimes I blindly wonder as to what I would be doing 10 years later. At the age of 26, I guess. Firstly, imagining it itself seems like a dreadful task. It shoves jolts of fear down me. But I always see myself, wearing a coat and a formal skirt, my lip gloss shining, my curls falling over my cheeks, my stiletoes making a "tap - tap" noise over the floor, as I walk with a steadfast expression over my face. As i approach a big table, I hear a chorus of "good morning" .. And Bam!! I fall prey to the fear again. The doubts that get ejaculated in my mind.. regarding the dream.. Would it ever happen? Would I be able to fulfill my dream? I try to drive the desolation out of my mind, and resume the “dreaming in daylight” session shamelessly.

Somehow nothing ever feels amiss in my thoughts. The 26 year old Geethu is a successful woman. Extremely gracious, amiable, smart and beautiful. And of course, intelligent! Somewhat similar to a Sidney Sheldon lady protagonist. But with more decent aims of course. She is a superwoman, a role model for everyone. Her baby cousins adore her, her mum's proud of her. She always stays cheerful and sprinkles joy everywhere she goes. She wears diamond rings in three of her fingers and has her nails manicured to perfection. Whenever she walks by, she smells like fresh blossoms. Her eyes evince her innocence.

In case you lost track, I was talking about myself. All these things seem to be happening miles away. Maybe in a parallel universe situated in my head. And today's geethu is entirely devoid of all those characteristics. But still I have a ray of hope shining brilliantly in my head. My inner voice tells me that I own all the raw material and all I have to do is manufacture something phenomenal from it. Because when the lady dreamt of her future where she could become a big shot by just selling a pot of curd, she tripped down big time... thanks to her excellent assiduity towards her present life of course... (snorts)