Ease Of Being Old

S Savita Tyagi
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Old is when I go to yard to get fresh Curry Patta to put in Kaddhi (कढ़ी) , Instead of being absent minded I pick fresh basil leaves. Old is when oblivious to my mistake while making Chanukah (छोंक) , On impulse decide to use some basil leaves too. Old is when instead of going to yard again I just use some left over dry basil of last year's crop. Old is when after six hours, while resting I remember my mistake of using double dose of basil in a dish That doesn't even require it at the first place. Old is when I do not worry about it either! Old is when I can't decide if I want to have Green or black tea this evening. Though the water that is boiling have enough spices To overpower the flavor of green tea. Old is when I don't care and I still make green tea. Old is that now I can't decide If to make it with lemon and honey Knowing it tastes best like this, Or make it with milk and sugar the way I make black tea! Old is when I make it with milk and sugar anyway, Because now I am wise enough to know That old ways and old habits are more comforting For my aging mind than anything else. Old is when all my mistakes are overlooked And all my mismatched experiences make me laugh. Old is when I am at ease with myself. No matter what!

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