The leap of 26

Turning 26 is scarier than I had anticipated. A lot of my friends marked their 25th birthdays as new chapters of their lives. It did not seem so to me. Nothing changed at 25. But now, at the brink of 26, everything suddenly seems to be transforming into new and unimagined things. Cricketers are now younger than I am. Friends who played tennis ball football in sweltering heat and fought over a piece of candy bar are sending wedding invitations. The quiet and loud little girls I have known are infesting social websites with pictures of their little ones. The ambitious ones who were once worker-bees now have new-bees working for them. The perennial pencil borrowers have become owners of new homes. Atul has finished his PhD. And I will no longer be eligible for young person discounts on train journeys as I turn 26.

The world around me is changing and I have to borrow a mirror to find out if I am changing with it.