It was her thirty second birthday. People rejoiced and wished her in the best ways possible. Her husband gifted her a beautiful necklace just like the one she had long been craving to adorn herself wid. Her kids were mature enough to give her sweet surprises whenever it happened to be some special day.
She had richness of all sorts amassed within the four walls of her sweet home.
Perfect!
Everythi...ng just perfect!
What was it that she didn't feel happy and content?
Actually she had seen herself minutely in the mirror last night. She was getting old; she felt. The gray strands of hair were getting just too stubborn to be concealed any more! She felt insecure when she had to do her hair in a way that might keep the salt and pepper from view.
Was she going to dye?
No! She hated to resort to such artificial means.
Did she suffer from any mortal fears?
No!!
What was it then?
Did she fear her husband wouldn't love her if she grew old?
Perhaps yes!!
Did she worry because she thought she might not be carrying herself well in the social gatherings with such a mature look at such an unripened age?
'What happened sweetheart?' her husband approached her and asked kissing her hands.
'Nothing. I'm fine.' She sobbed.
'It's your birthday honey!!'
'Don't i know this?'
'The occasions calls for celebration!! Where have these silly tears come from?' he was startled.
'See; I'm getting old......' She rather exposed the gray bunch of her hair to see how he reacted.
'Is that all which makes me birdie go off colored?' he laughed.
'You won't love me now onwards; no?'
'I love u for your beautiful heart dear.You look awesome! really! Getting old together wud be fun; no?' he clasped her feminine frame to his masculine broad chest.
'U mean it???' She asked wiping her tears wid the pads of her thumbs.
'I mean it. I love you jaan! Come on let's celebrate.'
'getting old?'
'yeah!!'
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