My Happy Wrinkles

The other day I had been to an all women convocation where women from all strata of life, amalgamate to discuss what life really means to them, how far they have come across whereas their dreams are concerned, which way they have shaped and designed their life profoundly for the betterment of the society.

The discussion went for a pretty good amount of time covering almost all the areas pertaining to their expertise and experiences in respective fields.

Then, the real discussion transferred to the hall where all came together for the lunch that was diligently arranged. The spread was interesting enough to engage everyone in food and gossip, the two most vital requisites of any get together.

The camaraderie continued for a while and it went on till the time when almost everyone finished their dessert the second time and their gossip some fourteenth time.  Then the real show began when everyone’s eyes fell on each other’s faces because discussions about others in the absence of those concerned persons had almost satisfied their ego to an extent and now something more interesting would be a direct, face- to face critiquing and pulling each other’s legs. The greatest slap on any woman’s face is when you notice her under eyes, her gray hair or her unavoidable wrinkles that she wants to conceal some thousand odd times by applying some weird umpteen ways. Do these things reveal someone’s age? Does the age-old belief still hold any truth and reveal a woman’s age through these frailties and oddities?

Now, these facial flaws are no more dependent on age but rather a lot depending on the kind of environment you are exposed to, the lifestyle you have or the amount of stress you take, it’s no more biological but more it has to do with psychological and environmental factors. But most importantly, we must remember aging is a process and it’s beautiful. And we must age with grace. We must embrace change with all its fervour and features.

And wrinkles are our alluring, lovely stories, it talks about the life that we have lived, the experiences we have garnered so far and the learnings from our failures overcoming our drawback and setbacks, the struggles and tussles we come across in life. And the reality is, those have only made us stronger and secure. Wrinkles are summary of the pitfalls and stumbling blocks which had deterred us from our path for a moment but it’s also a proof that we grew unstoppable and unconquerable with time. Our downsides are our way to upsides and certainly the most brighter side of life.

So, my fine lines, my very own wrinkles are stating a fact that I’m absolutely fine and my wrinkles are telling all my stories to firmly establish the truth that I am happy inside out. I love my flaws and my fine lines, they talk about my battles and my happy life. And I love my happy wrinkles along with my life with everyone and everything inside.

Is it not the reality that we have loved enough and laughed enough though not lived enough cause we still have to play a long inning with laughter, banter, love and little more fine lines Jab Tak Hai Jaan.. Jab Tak Hai Jaan.. Jab Tak Hai Jaan..