Praveen Dev
Jul 20, 2017 · 2 min read

There is a world of a difference between a 4 year old and a 64 year old, or is there? Only 60 years in between. The perspective may have changed, the face is older, so is the body, the mind is also maturer, but I daresay something inside is ageless, changeless and unless we peep into a mirror we feel the same throughout our life. That little child inside is chary of growing up now. When we are young we want to be old or older at least. We don’t understand that that was probably the best part of life, with ne’er a care in the world. Paradoxically, as age begins to catch up and time seems to be running out, we wish that we could turn the clock back. Relive my life? Not really! I find myself looking Time in the face, happy to let bygones be bygones, of enjoying where I am now. What has gone was a good era, happy and well-spent, with much learnt and new experiences gathered. Looking back, I sometimes feel that I am a little wiser now. The thought brings a smile to my lips. Are we ever really really wise? The coming years teach us how much is yet to be learnt and processed. A never ending phenomenon. Today I enjoy the dignity and respect that age brings. My grey white hair is an asset and I give in to the delight of the extended courtesies and respectful namastes, of being offered a chair as I enter a room. I have gotten used to being called Mataji and Ammaji by turns. In the beginning it came as a bit of a shock but now, as I look into the mirror and face my image, I can accept the term gracefully. Thank you Age and Time.

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Praveen Dev

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A homemaker passionate about reading writing sketching gardening traveling Experience gathered over the years must spill out of the mind and roll down on paper.