On my morning run today, I saw a bunch of saree-clad women taking a walk. Their clothes, their gait, the way they were talking, everything branded them as 'older women', and I was secretly thrilled that women of 'that age' from older families were starting to get fitness conscious. As I jogged past them, I overheard snatches of conversation, and deduced that most of them were my age. And yet, even on an absolute scale, I had dubbed them "older women".
Am I getting delusional about my age, or are you really only as old as you think you are?
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