Aging is a beautiful inevitable process. It gets reflected in a sophistication often called Maturity. Resembling those embossed criss-cross lines on an old face, narrating the story of life escapades. It is visible in ancient Crow’s feet on an old mien, flaunting yesteryear’s laughter ; the grooves on the face reveal that smiles were the gifts, now meted out. The shining dark eyes and a drooping face reveals an oldage secret of a deference to gravity, instilling a never-ending hope. Maturity manifests in the silver hoary hair, and rests in the hollow of crinkled palms, evincing life ; verifying it’s just a mayfly.
~Monika Ajay Kaul
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