Ageing

I find a serious conspiracy around me, to make me older than I am.
Firstly, whenever I see myself in front of the mirror, I find the mirror is trying to show me older. My skin looks drier and with lesser sheen. It hides the glowing shine from my skin and highlights wrinkles and darker tan almost everywhere. Most of the time, it shows to me what I might look when I really grow old. I really don’t understand who has started playing this trick, working around, the mirror against me.
Clothes have been stretched in some places and narrowed in some areas. Want to know who loosened it at my mighty broad chest and shortened it around my belly-n-bum. I am sure someone has really worked hard with all my clothes, a very serious attempt to show me in the future – and have succeeded to a large extent.
Children in the neighbourhood, by the pace at which they grow, definitely make me look older by a number of times. Not stopping there, they call me Uncle, when I still am like a Bro to them. Should I smile with glee or try to hide my plight when own children grow up so fast, dwarfing me in front of fellow friends, especially the women around.
Songs that I used to listen are whiffed off, saying they are old. When I try to sing, I am pushed and made to loose some breath. Some of the favourite sports that were sported with great energy and zeal, now make me tired too soon and weary to take up new ones. Sometimes, the stairs in the regular places seem to have been increased by someone to pull me down. Also, they have put some weights on me to make me puff up and grasp for breath, much sooner than I usually do.
My dear friends are the ones who refer me as I am. They haven’t changed their ways with me, neither have I with them. They see me and treat me as what I am, forever young. While with them, I have never ever felt that pinch of looking older – or ageing – if you want to term it so.
Really keen to know who this saboteur is, what pleasure he or she is gaining out of this play. No one seems to take me seriously, I am not that old. Believe me.


Nice one Prabha.. Waahh
Thank you Mrunal
Superb
Thank you Sangeetha
Good one….:) being with friends always trigger our energy and make us feel young.
Thank you Yogesh for the encouragement.
Lovely Bro… good shot…i don’t see u old, neither the women around..lol..
Thank you Raju.
Nice one..sounds like my story ?
Haha
Thank you Sir. Very encouraging.
Right one at right time for us…
Same blood
Thank you Chandran
Good one Prabha
Thank you Madam
Find out some elder people as friends. You will look young like i do
Understand your point. But moving with younger people, keeps Heart young.
Ageing graceful they say, but we know how hard it is.. Most dreaded word is Uncle especially when it’s a Auntie who calls.
Well written Praba.
Thank you Freddy
Fantastic da…
Only you can think this way…
Thats funny .. hilarious… n comical ..
Why was it soooo short….
You often write leeeeengthy note on subjects which are unrelatable…
But have limited yourself in this highly relatable and interesting theme..
Looking forward for part II… SOON.
-Nagarajan , bum n belly
Thank you Da
Well written. Enjoyed as it reflects our present experiences.
Thank you
Nice unique way of thinking Prabha!.. It is Prabha’s style!! Big shout to you!!
Thank you Maha. Very encouraging.
I love this article Prabha and I feel, as if this is written just for me. I am so happy and not able to express my in words.
Thank you.
A “serious conspiracy” ?!!!!
Ha ha ha
But I believe you Prabha!👍😁😁😁
Thank you for believing me Murugesan. 🙂
Very nicely articulated prabha!!!
😊😊😊😊
Thank you Shalini