Midlife Crisis

At the age of 35, I was able to pull occasional strands of my grey hairs out. They were so few and far between. The idea of increasing my hair dressing bills by adding colour treatment was a far away notion. In a similar vein, the concept of a ‘midlife crisis’, in my 30s, was …

The WhatsApp group is a relatively new addition to my midlife. I resisted it for some years and finally downloaded the App about three years ago long after most people had given up using their landline phones to keep in touch with others. After learning to call it ‘WhatsApp’ and not ‘WhatsUp’, I actually took …

Being able to finish a book is one of my pleasures in lockdown life. Like many people, in the previous pre-pandemic existence termed ‘normal’, I would hardly have time to finish reading a book. I have bookshelves littered with half-read books. In fact, some are quarter-read books. I was time-poor, in my defence. Perhaps my …

There are so many ways in which one comes to the realisation that one is gripped by the midlife crisis. Mine was a gradual and dawning one experience. The alarm clock would go off. I would struggle to wake up. Getting out of bed was the second struggle within a space of five minutes of …