Old is gold naI have friends for whom fun means getting so drunk that you don't remember what happened last night. For them, you can't chill without the hukka smoke rings and joints getting rolled. They are my people, so I choose them with what they come. But they could never convince me that this was the best way to have fun and chill. In fact, I find the smoke too irritating and the loud bars torturous after a while. I am a cafe over a bar person. I like to sit and talk to my people, not scream at them so that they can listen. I know it suddenly makes me so uncool and lame for this generation. But I am not them. I don't even want to be this generation. I am old school. I like my walks. I like my silence on the terrace. I like my book in the balcony. I like my old songs in the background. I like my street food at the old spots. I like simple, little things in life. And it makes me happy, you know. I find these things natural to me. They give me uncomplicated joy. I don't need to convince myself that it's fun.
I know. I don't belong to your hip gang. I am a simple soul that way. I don't need my group pictures in a fancy place. I enjoy my simple cup of ginger tea with my people. We don't share wild pictures. But we share parle g biscuits. We share jokes, old memories, and our hearts. And to be honest, I have seen these cool people bitch about each other just after hanging out at those cool places and posting those cool-gang pictures on Instagram. I have seen how shallow the real life can be of these online cool people. So in a way, I am a little scared of them too. I feel out of place with them. Any expensive, fancy place, and my soul keeps whispering that this is not for you. I feel at home in simple, economical, cozy places where people talk more and click less. I like the menu cards I can read and understand. I know many will just call it cheap. But in the bubble I live, simple things are invaluable, not cheap.
I don't measure my joy by how much money I spent. I measure my joy by how happy I actually was. So for me, how happy I am matters more than how happy I look online.
but mai not gold mai kala mota like koyela