Aging? Why am I even writing about it..? Haven’t experienced it yet. I mean this is something that affects the older generation.. Not me.. I have completed only four decades on this earth a couple of years ago.. What do I know about ageing…?
Uh oh… Don’t look at me like that.. I haven’t put on weight. No no no.. I have just smoothly transitioned from medium to large to XL to XXL… That’s the basic growth of a human being. 😊 Just yesterday we had a Saree day in our office. Why these people come up with impromptu Saree plans? Don’t you know how much effort goes into wearing a Saree? The first thing that comes to my mind is which blouse will I fit into… Deep in thought, I was mulling over this issue when the WhatsApp University provided me with an answer… God bless those people who keep forwarding random messages. You never know which one will hit a home run.
So here goes the gyan… (piece of advice)
You don’t have to fit into the blouse,
The blouse has to fit you..
And if it doesn’t get a tailor; not a dietician 😀
Well then I am definitely prospering from all sides but I am surely not ageing or putting on weight..
Next thing I know you will point to my crowning glory… Now understand the streak of white in my beautiful hair shows a sign of maturity beyond my age. I mean people take you seriously if a little white is showing in your hair. You are not considered frivolous.
And smart that I am, I take a little help from Loreal and ensure that only a little white is visible. The stubborn white roots that keep showing up are beautifully hidden under the dark brown hair colour. Who can make out the difference? No one I am sure.
Now I know you are feeling jealous. I agree that the lady in the beauty parlor keeps reminding me to get regular facials. But that is not because of any lines showing up on my face. No you got it all wrong. It’s because she wants more business from me. Its economics not aging. Got it?
I found a gem of a poem on the Internet. It was by Wanda B. Goines of Cave Junction, Oregon. She was a beloved mother to eight children, grandmother to 15, and great-grandmother of four. She passed away in 2016 at the age of 92. Her poem was actually forwarded to me by some kind soul. And this is going to be my story even after four more decades…
I looked in the mirror and what did I see,
But a little old lady peering back at me,
With bags and sags and wrinkles and wispy white hair,
And I ask my reflection How did you get there?
You once were straight and vigorous, and now you are stooped and weak,
When I tried so hard to keep you from becoming an antique.
My reflection’s eyes twinkled as she solemnly replied
You’re looking at the gift wrap and not the jewel inside.
A living gem and precious, of unimagined worth
Unique and true the real you, the only you on Earth.
The years that spoil your gift-wrap with other things more cruel
Should purify and strengthen and polish up that jewel
So focus your attention on the inside not the out.
On being kinder, wiser more content and more devout
Then when your gift wrap is stripped away, your jewel will be set free,
To radiate God’s glory through all eternity.
Underneath I have attached the video link of the poem recited by her… Watch and Enjoy. Thanks!