30 - the next chapter

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There will be a moment when you realise you’re 30, when it feels like you were just 20 yesterday.

And you will wonder how the years went by between college projects, interview preparations, last-minute deadlines, and endless cups of chai.
Between office gossip, random midweek breakdowns, and the constant “what next?”
Life happened, quietly, between the rush.
You will remember those friends who became family and the ones who slowly faded away.
The cities you moved to, the jobs you hated but still gave your best to.
The dreams you kept on hold, waiting to start.


So, do the thing you’ve been putting off.
Apply for that course.
Say yes to that solo plan.
Invest in yourself, in peace, growth, and rest.
Smile more, cry freely, and laugh even louder.

At 30, you realise it’s not about having it all figured out.
It’s about finally being okay with not knowing.
So live, love, learn and don’t wait for the “right time.”
Because tomorrow is 40...

By Monira Rahman Bhuiya

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