A Year

It's November.

I'm going to be 23 in exactly a month. It seems like yesterday that i turned 22. I don't feel any different. I wonder if i'll wake up in 20 years and still feel the same.

And what did i do this year?

I lost my phone on New Years eve.
I went to Goa in January
I broke up with my boyfriend in February.
I went river rafting in March.
I started working in April.
I loved Bombay in May.
I went back to school in June.
I made friends in August.
In September i discovered who my friends really were.
In October i saw Europe.
In November i am sitting on my windowsill and writing this post.

All of life is made up of moments. And as much as you would like to say that these moments are inconsequential and tiny in the extreme, they matter. To you. They change you, by increments and in small measures, but surely.

We live in our own tiny lives, where we matter most of all. We have people who might love us and people who do. And the most important people are the people who do. The people who, without a shadow of doubt, genuinely like who you are. And thats what iv realised in this year. Thats what has changed me. I know the people who will be there for me when I really need them. And i know how much i can ask from them.

And from my whole plethora of friends i can count 6.

6.