Girl with the Pink Pen

Sometimes life is a constant battle with nostalgia of a time that can't be real again!  Memories linger and remind me of the secrets and smiles we shared.  That was a carefree and happy time,  Where we were unaware of the upcoming twists and turns  And the miles of separation that destiny had in store for us. I have sweet memories of us.  Walking hand in hand, off to to play basketball..  Learning lessons on and off the court.  I still think of the times of us sharing and caring and innocently loving,  I believed then that it would last a lifetime.  To this day I  treasure the little gifts that we exchanged with our meagre pocket moneys.  We dreamed so many dreams for us,  Of our lives and of changing the world together.  The dreams have been modified with reality, and  life is not exactly as we planned it to be,  Yet I hope yours is close enough to your dreams.  Today, it is not the memories that hurt.....

A recent article I read about the well meaning neighbourhood aunties who feel it is their rightful duty to advise young couples on the right time to have children got me thinking. I am well familiar with these nosey neighbours and have had my share of uncomfortable conversations. Not so recently married and still without an issue, I am often rudely and directly reminded of my perceived purpose of existence. Many a people from the reliable house help to the well wishing aunty from next door remind me how I need a child to be complete. Some have even directly told me that I need to have a child for my grandmother-in-law would need a companion to play with in her 90's. The irony of which is that grandmom was one of the first people who warned me against such advise. She had laughed and told me a year after my marriage that there would be lots of family, friends and acquaintances who would advise me to start a family now and that I must pay no heed to them. In her view, honeymoon babi...