When I was a kid, I was in a relentless hurry to grow up. I would often bug my parents, and how can I forget my elder brother? Hahaha. He is eight years older than me, and I remember wishing I were older, just like him. I’m sure many of you felt the same way back then. Baby Prachi says Hi! To me, growing up was a glamorous heist. It meant the "Big Bag"... a leather vessel of secrets and power. It meant earning money so I could finally walk into a store and buy the largest chocolate bar without looking at my mom for a nod of approval. Adulthood was the promised land of "Yes." But now, that now i am about to enter in my mid-twenties, the "Big Bag" is on my shoulder, and it’s heavier than I ever imagined. Not because of what’s inside it, but because of what I had to leave behind to carry it. The "Grey" Reality I often ask myself: “Is this the version of life I was sprinting toward?” The answer isn't a simple "no," but it’s a complicat...