Approaching senility with grace

The little women in my life!!

I have been speaking colors, negate and negations and much more in my previous blog posts. Mostly my rhetoric consists of the foundation that strong, built by the females in my life, my mother and her sisters. Not only them, also my teachers. I have been lucky enough to get the support of females wherever I go, plenty of them took my exams, laughed at my discrepancies, pointed out my flaws, called me meticulous and intelligent, taught me how to peel an onion without wasting it and the list of favors by them are plenty. There were some patients on their death beds who communicated their agony, they were brave and intelligent who added to the experiential learning I have today. I cannot neglect my neighbor friends and aunts who helped me become what I am today.

All of them are mothers and I am not a child any longer. Being in the learning mode all my life, has instilled a vision so profound about how things should be, perfectly. When that dwindles, I feel agitated. When I do not fulfill those expectations from myself, it goes against my peace. How can I think like that? I feel abashed, when I am not grateful, it kills me inside.

“Being grateful”, yes this is my personality, it isn’t a low self esteem, it is the product of thinking deep with understanding. It is a summation of cumulative memory and continued discourse with these women about the thing called life. Though it is difficult to pay back, and certainly it isn’t a trade, rather a good will that has driven them. But it struck me today that all of them are approaching senility. Soon I shall follow.

They may not need me, they might not even remember me but I know that I know them. This ‘I’ was created by a woman and many others colored it to become the ‘I’ that I am talking about.

Here is a tribute to the goddess Durga, Mother Mary, Panacea, Hygienia and call them what you may, surely it is utmost strength that you will receive when you think about them. For me this empowerment is what leads me on. It feels like God is so good to me.

They are unique little women.

I want them and others to age gracefully.

I wish they sipped 50 ml of wine everyday.

I wish they take warm baths.

I wish they pamper their skin, apply the most natural products and look great.

I wish them to read posts on the ‘pioneerthinking.com’ which is one of the oldest stoppage on internet.

I wish that they pray more often and forget all the nasty stuff they have gone through in their life’s journey.

For those battling chronic diseases, refer to a doctor and consult her for all their health issues regularly.

If possible, swim and do yoga.

For those whose better halves are alive, go see concerts, indulge in good food together, spare time for a movie, go visit art galleries or play with their grand children often.

For those alone, go visit Barista for a cup of coffee on a Sunday, develop a reading habit, watch movies and more.

Don’t forget to smile.

Try helping strangers, impart your life’s wisdom, most people will be ears more so if you are old.

Cook something special and invite your people or friends to taste it.

Do gardening, treat them as your children.

Do not forget to have fiber, curd everyday. These are prebiotics that help your gut health and control infections as well as blood sugars. They make your bones strong too.

Keep a journal and write your reflections for the day. You should feel good about a life well lived.

If not, call one of your favorite person and talk on phone.

Make an online friend, any gender, and discuss your old age errands.

Become proud parents of proud children and grand children.

Live a life of abundance and bliss!!

I feel good thinking about these little women. I am uncomfortable when I am not grateful to them. Hopefully, most mature women of the world age gracefully!!