I was taking a walk this evening in the walking area of the complex where I live. Cool, breezy air was sweeping my face and hair, evening was just setting in, children were playing around making happy sounds, young mothers were gathering around to chit-chat with each other. The sky wore a pensive look, as though it was finishing the last bit of chore before going off to sleep. The trees looked sombre in unison against the grey backdrop of the sky.
aging
Acting one’s age?
This question got triggered in me by two things. One was reading the post by my colleague Ashok Malhotra called “the myth of the ‘aam’ admi” and when I was watching a recent hindi movie in which a soon to divorced man in his late thirties falls for a cutesy twenty one year old at his work place and his pathetic attempts of trying to be something (read turning from a thirty something to a twenty something), that he was not.
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