Guess who is Twenty-One years old now? That’s right, yours truly.
The day’s started off with some black forest ice-cream cake at midnight, followed by an intense study-sleep-wake up dazed cycle, a good exam, and then some lying around on my bed, followed by some pizza, and packing to wrap up the semester.
Which is a pretty great day to me. Finishing the semester on my birthday wasn’t ideal, because I was hoping to be in Bangalore or Dubai to celebrate, but it turned out pretty well.
I don’t really feel any different being twenty-one to be honest. The only thing I’ve now attained is the ability to purchase liquor if I wish to, by giving my own identity card, and second, the ability to legally be married under Indian Law. It’s a strange set of rights for the State to recognize, and I’m sure there are more, but turning 21 doesn’t feel any different from any of my earlier birthdays. I’m sure the effects of being this old will hit me at some point later on, but that’s for another day.
For now, I’m happy to be at the airport on my way back to Bangalore.