So one fine morning you turn 40. You wake up just as you always do, and realize that you could very easily mistake the sunlight streaming in through the window pane for the morning before, or the morning after. The bed sheets appear ruffled as they usually do, your hair, or rather what is left of it, looks disheveled, and your mouth tastes weird.
The first thing that I probably did when I touched 40 was to look up a few positive quotes about life on the internet. Soon, I meet up with a close friend, who gives me one hard look up and down, shrugs and with a peculiar nod of his head, states that ‘life begins at 40’. I tell him that despite his optimism, he does not sound that confident. Continue reading “The 40’s and the Uncle Syndrome!”