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Stages Of Life

By Sulbha Chaudhary


Today you may be walking an esplanade, but if asked what stage of life you are in, what would you say? Theoretically, we all know there are 8 stages of life, but is there a demarcation of each stage? When I was 25, I realized how young I am, but more so, I found a 40-year-old, Old. Today, when I am nearing 40, I feel, I have just started living my life and I find myself equating myself with a 25-year-old.

Having done that, and having discussed this at length with some of my friends, I find that I am not the only one! So perhaps, the stage I am at is just the beginning of my youth, which I spent administering and raising my children. So now, I am mitigating the time by doing all (precisely, all, but still not all, as I am a mother) that I have missed.




The distinct phases that come to mind foremost are children, youth, adulthood, and finally old age! If you ask a mother who has lost her child before birth, you would know that there is pre birth stage also. Hence, calculating stages of life fill me with overwhelming sadness, and everything branches from thoughts! The way I overcame the sadness is by doing what I wished and feel! This gives me immense happiness.

Another thing that proffers me delight is to be surrounded by people with whom I can dare to be myself. Yes, I call dare! Judgment and more judgment dissolves the confidence of the high-headed people too! Paradoxically, such judgment has instilled in me impeccable credence, at least flawless pretense that I am best! I don't fear stating this, as somewhere down, I am judgmental too!

So at this stage, I am in life, I am undeterred by all that tries to impede me and my growth as an individual. I know I am here to blow some minds, and blaze a trail in everything that I do, from cooking to taking care of myself, in my eyes I find that I am the best.

That is my stage of life!


By Sulbha Chaudhary





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