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You ever wonder what your old self would be like?The future you. I guess we have anticipated this question throughout various times in our life. I thought of this question for the first time today. Like, really 'pondered' on it for a long time. I had to go for a get-together at a distant relative of ours. It was a death anniversary for an elderly in their family, and so he was mourned in the proper manner as is in our culture. We had a ritual, and simple food deemed as offerings to the gods. When I entered their house the first time, I heard a soft wail. I am in good terms with that group of relatives, and know their children well enough. There are two brothers who are very close to each other.  The young one is probably a year younger to me, so it figures that they might be playing and having fun. So, to give myself something to do, I walked into that room expecting to see two guys brawling it out. What I actually saw scared me a bit. The elder brother was helping up his grandmother, and it was his grandmother who was crying. I used to think it was a myth that the elderly cried, but I was dead wrong.

She looked frail, tired and generally weak.She couldn't get up and walk well. That's normal with most of the elderly, as they have weak muscles and bones. This lady looked like she was way above 80 years old, and she was scared. Scared of walking and falling. Being the wife, she was supposed to be present for the ritual. She was maybe 12 steps away from the pundits but she couldn't make it. She got there, to everyone's joy, but didn't seem to have the strength to get back up if she had sat down. It was unbearable to watch. When I was a lot younger, my aunt took me to her special-needs school that she manages. At the time, that one hour was traumatizing, and hard to get over. To be completely honest, I was weirded out by the sight.It's that 'once you step out of your comfort zone' type of feeling that you get. I got that same feeling once I saw that old lady. For her, the very idea that one can fall so easily from imbalance tormented her. And it brought an uneasy feeling to everyone present in the room watching her for the first time. At that moment I started to think. I don't want that happening to me or anyone I care about. But it just seems inevitable. The lady wasn't afraid of walking, she was more afraid of falling. Maybe she was afraid of the physical pain and wouldn't bear any more stress. Maybe she was embarrassed by the people around her. It could be a number of reasons. God, I just hope the scientists stop wasting time and develop a serum for longevity and immortality.

I want to end this blog by sating thanks to all my viewers for their support. And most importanly, thanks to all the viewers reading from Russian, which happens to be my top viewing country. I hope Google translate got this right......
Спасибо!! 

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