Growing up

Long ago I thought I was getting old. 

Too old to have a life without destination. 

Too old to live without cornerstones.

Then I got it all. 

Now I dont want to grow up. 

To exchange dreams for practicalities. 

Or to trade childish tantrums for meaningful conversations.

I thought that love was a fuzzy state of euphoria.

Looks like I am just beginning to learn what it is all about.

So I haven't blogged for a long time. Or orkutted. or facebooked. Or replied to mails. 

Nothing. Nada. 

And you have noticed it. And questioned it. 

Nonchalant replies was all you got. 

How could I explain the urge to hide things. 

To keep them close to my heart. 

For fear that bringing it out in light would maybe ruin its perfection.