As one steps into the second quarter of life, one word hits you quite regularly. And more it hits you, more you fear it. Commitment.
Last month I attended one of my closest friend’s marriage. He is only 24. Watching him there in that mandap all dressed up in bridegroom’s attire. (it’s a different story that south Indian males hardly wear anything for their marriage) But that was the “
Adjustment if the name of the game dude; someone told me. Ideally. Will I find someone? Hopefully!