ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.
Today 13 August 2024 was one of the most memorable days of my life. After a long gap of 25 years, we, the old gang, came together again to meet, greet, and share our cherished memories. I remember when we parted, we were so young, full of energy, and life, cute-looking girls and boys ready to do anything under the sun. We were mischievous, loved to break the rules, and at the same time obedient to the teachers. But today, it was difficult to ignore how much we’ve changed. Our cute-looking girls were altered into white-haired Naani or at least middle-aged women with streaks of grey hairs in between. The wrinkles on our faces that once glowed with youthful exuberance reminded us of the passage of time, a gentle reminder that we’re not those kids anymore. It hit me hard—how quickly time has flown, how we’ve all aged, and how, sooner or later, we’ll be stepping into a different phase of life, moving from the players to the spectators. We still enjoye...