Watch out ladies
Ah here I am at this juncture of my life
neither too young to aspire for a hot chiseled body nor too old to give up hot sizzling paranthas just cliffhanging between the two wishing to hold the former but being pushed to the latter by the current claimants of the former.
But deep rooted in my head and heart was a little comforting voice caressing my NOT SO EVIDENT wrinkles that my
“Little baby worries days are over”
I don’t have to chase my babies for feeding them,I don’t have to babysit them and nowadays according to them(kids) I don’t even half understand what my prudential kids know.
So I decided to reset my brain to factory settings and claim my part of life
Doing what I had put on the lower shelf of my priorities,eating dust was my inert desire to write
To fuel my skills I ordered a study table from pepper fry reams of paper from Flipkart And one fine day sat with all my paraphernalia in a pensive mood posing like Wordsworth ,one hand on my chin and pen in another and suddenly ehhhhhh…..
a screeching sound came from my throat and what do I see in mirror two big impish manly hair protruding out of my chin No I said to the writer in me and got to dig those two rogues with all my tools. Relieved I was as if I have gunned down two F16 of Pakistan after a surgical strike.
With spoiled mood I decided to hang my shoes for few days
So starting afresh after a weeks time i doubly assured myself that now there is
nothing which would abruptly Put an end to my skills And I started writing, peacefully I was doing and about to reach the climax but what Lo and behold they were their again but now on the other side of my neck , ran i with all my might to uproot them lest anyone should see them
And now here I am most of the time in front of my dresser scrutinising every nook and corner of my facade
In addition to that I have got a focus light fixed on my mirror And every time the angle of that light shifts my son sarcastically says Ma now on this side too
The other day my daughter caught hold of me doing my plucking regimen and asked screaming Would I too get this when I be your age l,Nay never, I replied this is for someone born under the same timings and stars as that of mine.
Ah so again I was on the criss cross which way to take ,to be on the writing desk or to be in front of the dresser
And without any doubt I knew I have a loving relationship with my body I don’t want to stress it with unrealistic goals I am happy if I have some loose bits here and there ,dwindling hairline and expanding waistline make me feel rich and full now
Thus I started with another journey of bringing to life an author within me and yes I am in total sync with my inner self
In love with myself
Gazab… suoerb….Love you and proud of u my darling…..keep writing….
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Oh I am overwhelmed
Had never thought of such a generous comment
Thanks dear
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Nicely expressed…beautiful language…
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Thanks your words mean a lot
Thanks for inspiring me
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Keep writing. You write very well. You seem to have found your purpose.
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Thanks
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Words are perfectly in sync with feelings of innerself, like a row of flower pots on the shelf!!
Very well written ma’am 👍👌💐Good wishes💐
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My god Amit you truly are a genius
I should make you my guru
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I never knew .. an artist exist within you .. artist of words ..
अति सुन्दर
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Thanks sir
You have been a constant source of encouragement
Thanks 🙏
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Love this piece. Simmi. So beautifully expressed
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Thanks dear you are my inspiration dear
Doctor and writer
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Agree , share the same phase and my heart goes laa laaa laaaa 😘😘🤫😍
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Good enjoy your moment
Life is too short to have regrets
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How in a simple but graphic manner ,do you delineate the passage of time on the life of a person.You were turn of the phrase depicting small signs of a nascent transition especially among women is amazingly true.Yes ,there is pain and disbelief when one sees things happening on both dimensions,internal and external.Any which way things may look,it is the internal spectacle that gives consequence to the drama of life.
Let your comforting voice not falter.Feel comforted thus,as writing elevates and ennobles the writer more than any external balm.
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Thanks pa
Love you
You are the writer of my destiny
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When considering their appearance , most of the women emphasise the need for women “of a certain age” to “make an effort” with their appearance in order to appropriately represent their age.
How beautifully have you illustrated the dilemma!
As you get older it feels to me a line that you’ve got to steer between looking chic, smart, stylish, attractive, and looking try hard.
But what does it mean to “age appropriately”?Still need to find an answer to this one!
Till then who cares for a receeding hairline or an overgrown waistline!
We got to be our own sunshine!
Loved reading this one.
You truly have found your purpose.
All the best!
Love
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Thanks for going in so details and writing an elaborate comment
Age appropriate is a psychological term
As to who has set the norms for any age
Thanks dear
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वाह मेरी लेखिका
बहुत खूसूसरत अंदाज़ में पेश किया
बहुत अच्छा प्रयास
👌👌👌👌👌
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शुक्रिया shayara साहिबा
हौंसला अफ़्जाई के लिए धन्यवाद
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You are a born writer..
So nicely expressed your views… keep it up 👍
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Thanks madam for your generosity
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