Age. Gracefully. Beautifully. And proudly.
Age. Because you will.
I do not judge nip and tuck. If that is for you, that is for you. Make no apologies for it. I make no judgements.
It is not for me. I believe in ageing. I believe there is a time to be 20 and then there is a time to be 40. The mind must evolve and grow. The body must follow suit.
Also, to me defying age is like picking a battle with it. A lost battle, really. Ageing happens. It's a question of when you decide to let it show.
And it does win in the end. All you can do is delay the win.
I, for one, like picking my battles. Wisely. I pick the ones I can win. Not the ones that "look" like I win. Pun intended.
A year back, I noticed the "under the eye" lines. They arrived. At 36. At first, I was bothered. Then when I read somewhere they are also called laugh lines, I was glad.
Glad that I had laughed. With my mom- we share this rather hysterical laughther over something funny my dad may have done. My dad is hardly ever amused by it but he is a good sport. We laugh till the the tears roll down. And then we laugh again.
With my kids. We laugh. My daughter, easily. My son, not so easy to please but when he finds something that will amuse him, he will laugh. Like, really laugh. Throw his head back and laugh.
My sis and I. We laugh. We have laughed as children and we laugh as adults. I have know that laugh for over 37 years now.
My best friend and I. Over the phone, over skype, over text messages, over chat, when we come together, when we are so far way, when we are upset, when we are sad, when we are happy. Almost every time we are talking to one another. I am going to know this laugh for the rest of my life.
My friend Susan- I think we bonded over laughing. And that fact that alsmost everyone around us then hardly ever laughed. We laughed at them.
My spouse and I. We laugh. On some of our toughest days, we laugh the laught. And that tides us over.
The night I laughed because my friend Gayatri's dog was on the loose and my girlfirends and I were chasing him in our pyjamas.
When my son yelled to the whole world he had butterfiles in his penis on the roller coaster.
When my 3 year old says "cimmunks" instead of "chipmunks".
When my best friend and I swear in Punjabi.
When I break into my best Hrithik moves.
Wrinkes, shminkles! These are my laugh lines. And everytime I see them , they remind me of all the times I have laughed. And I laugh.
And so, if more wrinkles under the eyes means more laughter.
Oh please, let there be more wrinkles.
