Somewhere I read that age is just a number…
You are as young as you feel….
With this sense of adduced intrepidity I started my cruise in this journey of life overlooking the passing milestones.
However, my hair hatched plans of its own and veered on to a tangential path taking pride in displaying it’s true colours, the white, the whiter and the whitish.
Oh dear, to put this indiscipline of the faculty of hair in order, my adorable brain passed the thoughtful and intelligent instructions, in the most discreet manner possible, to the mischevious faculty of department of Hair, telling them to behave.
Basking in the Silver linings, the Faculty of department of Hair felt annoyed, infact, dismayed and decided to relinquish their appointments robbing the Department of Head of the sheen and exposing it to the vagaries of environment (saving “overhead costs” in terms of hair care to the United States of the Body).
The age, dear friends, and it’s display, hence, isn’t just managing numbers. It’s pleasing a lot of faculties and institutions, without any ego, and pledging allegiance to the State of the United States of the Body, all the time.