Bruises....

It was 11:30 p.m., time to wash off the days sweat and try to find some sleep. It was her daily routine but today something strange happened. While scrubbing her hands she found some marks. They appeared like she had acquired them in some sort of an accident she never remembered.

She ignored it and started to scrub her body and she found another mark on her leg. she was totally amused by finding some more marks on her body of which she could trace no memories. She looked herself in the mirror carefully. She had grown pale, the face shouted dullness with wrinkles showing promptly their existence. The hands had grown thin and the skin on the neck was sagging.

She found some sparkling greys too with a spectacular decrease in the overall hair density. She wondered in confusion who the lady in the mirror was. Trying to get the thought of her mind she moved briskly experiencing deep ache in her back. Closing the seat of the potty she sat down there. She definitely didnt have the energy of the youth she remembered herself from. She had turned weak, frail, doddery, hoary, senile, unvenerable, but when????

She searched back in her life to know when it happened. All she could find in the memories were her kids, hubby, family, responsibilities,mother and father-in-law, their illness, kids school, then college, hubby's work, his work tours, kids growing, finding themselves job, moving away with their partners, moving into her own house, turning the house into a home, working on every minute detail to let it find its space. But she failed to find herself and her space.

 Everything had changed, and she remembered every small transition in the change process. She had been ridiculously busy all her life. She had time for everybody who needed her everytime. She remembered everything about everyone in her life except herself. She has had everything but Where was she in her life????

She thought old age comes suddenly and not gradually as is thought. Old age is like plane through a storm , once you are aboard nothing can be done but to live with it.The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.