You enjoy the late nights,
Wash the dirty dishes with ice-cold water
Collect the empty beer bottles two days after, and
Mop the floors only once a week
Some days your anxiety might peek
Adulting is hard work but the freedom is your prize
It’s okay to go to work with puffed eyes because
You are struggling on some nights and on others you are hustling
Weeping in a corner because your privileged childhood did not prepare you
For living on a tight budget
Thinking about all the expenses you’ll fidget
This is all okay
And so is eating Nutella and bread for breakfast as well as dinner
Ignore your grandma’s scolding over FaceTime for looking thinner
Promising to do your laundry every other day
But ending up having a big pile of clothes on weekends
You will get used to coming home to an empty house after a long day at work
Feelings of nostalgia and loneliness will always lurk
Ready to attack you anytime anywhere
You will get used to wearing unironed clothes
You will get used to the eerie noise at night, probably of moths
Pay your own light bill
Crib about the expensive modes of travel as much as you will
It is okay, or atleast will be
Saturday night clubbing is adulting at its best
And sundays are booked for laziness and rest
You learn a little more about the world everyday
And even more about yourself only if attention you pay
Adulting is difficult but for how long can one escape
You will be okay, I am sure
You’ll learn how to manage work
And look after your own house
And juggle friends and family
You will be okay,
Until you fall sick.
Because when you fall sick,
No one from clubs you’ve been going to every Saturday
Or the multiple cab drivers you have had small talks with
Or even the colleagues with whom you share lunch
Will come rub Vicks on your back,
Make hot soupy khichdi,
Scold you for all the cold beers you chugged,
Caress your sweaty head
And stay up all through the night because you can’t sleep with a blocked nose
Because you see these are things that come naturally to your father
And things done very selflessly by your mother
You will hate adulting more than ever
Because now you have to sniff Vicks by yourself,
Order terrible khichdi from Zomato,
Cuss the cold beers in your own head
Cuddle the wet pillow
And lay awake at night all alone hoping Otrivin works
Sure the freedom is amazing
And so is the feeling of being self-sufficient
Being away from home is fun and games
Adulting seems doable
Until you fall sick.