I still go to sleep to my teenage fantasies, still listen to my 10th grade playlist, still quote the stupid shows I watched ages back, still have the same dreams I had in my childhood. I am holding everything great in my life close to my heart and not letting go. I am not growing up, I am growing old!! My mind is believing that I have lived the wonder years of my life and nothing good can come next, my ideas, thoughts are redundant. I have given up on living, that daal chawal for 50 saal till you die, that's my life right now. Monotonous, and me not willing to change it coz I am the grumpy grammy missing her exciting phase of life (btw it never came). So yeah, let's give up on those dreams, on those fantasies, those playlists, so that I won't give up on life, excitement and possibilities. Moving on.