I have never been shy of admitting my age – in public or otherwise – to the extent that I’ve had my year of birth in my email id from the beginning. Life journey – from a pure physical body POV – has been a bit unique as well I guess since I had my pregnancy in a ‘high-risk’ age zone at a ripe old age of 39 years. When you have a child so late – your body tends to remind you of your stupidity often enough. Along with this very high degree of awareness of my age, I also am a plan-ahead-or-you’ll-panic kind of a person. By now you would have understood that I refused to be caught by surprise by something as dumb as a body change due to age that I should have known about. What else did God make the internet for if not for reading up all kinds of crap? J So – flashback to about a year ago, when my 45 th birthday was coming up and I was kind of floating through a “what the F*&^ am I doing in life” kind of monologue in my head. Nothing new about that at all… happens with me o...
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