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Turning Terrific Twelve!

Hi guys! I have crossed yet another milestone!


Today, I'm turning twelve!

From the time I was in my mother's womb till this very moment, these twelve years have been absolutely exciting and adventurous.

The experiences I've had have taught me life's greatest lessons that will always be in my pocket throughout my journey.

Turning twelve is often viewed as one of the biggest milestones in a person's life (stepping into tweenhood and much closer to teenage) as it is the last birthday one celebrates as a child and also the first one feeling like a tiny adult!

Though I like thinking and planning ahead like an adult would, I still feel, learn and create with the heart of a nine-year-old perhaps. The innocence and creativity of a kid is always greater than the arrogant know-it-all attitude of a teen or adult.


I definitely do feel much more matured by thought and response today. I have evolved as a person.


Hitting twelve, I suddenly feel so grown up (almost like an adult!) and responsible of myself. I have developed (work in progress 😉) my sense of style and my own choices and opinions.



This year, my parents could not be with me on my big day due to medical issues :(

I did miss them a lot but in the process, I also learnt to deal with separation and self-relied. I learnt to make rational decisions with more maturity. I feel incomplete though. There's a lot more to learn.



I'm really curious about what this year is going to bring me. This year is definitely going to teach and expose me more and by the end of the year, I'd be a year more mature than what I am right now. 


There's a lot more ahead.


I AM A TWEEN TODAY !


Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 31, 2019 at 9:21 AM

    And happy tweening Manaasa. As you say it's a stage to own the responsibilities as well Hold the Child heart always...

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    1. MaanasaJanuary 31, 2019 at 10:07 PM

      Thanks a lot ma'am! It's one of the weird phases in life when you are stuck between childhood and young adulthood :$ .......

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  2. UnknownJanuary 31, 2019 at 9:21 AM

    And happy tweening Manaasa. As you say it's a stage to own the responsibilities as well Hold the Child heart always...

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  3. maddyFebruary 6, 2019 at 3:07 PM

    Manasa,

    It's great to see your thought filled with responsibilities which you'd adorned from the journey of your first breadth to till-now... Just wishing you to taste the liveliness, playfulness, that would be profoundly splashing at this age relentlessly which would be a longing and relishing for many of us. Live this day, play, study and enjoy to the core...evidently, transformations between the different life's stages and its related responsibilities are nature's call. Well, let the nature to take those care very well as it knows what and how to prescribe at times and mainly, as wished by your dear ones... Dora ki Jai go... :)

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    1. MaanasaFebruary 8, 2019 at 7:54 AM

      Quite true uncle..all I want to do at this age is to cherish and live the moment, for you never know when we'll find ourselves in a completely different scenario and priority list years later, which will fly before we know.

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