They say 50 is the new 40. Which is just a polite way of saying your knees will give up first, but not before your trousers do.Somewhere between cholesterol reports and WhatsApp forwards on turmeric water, we’ve quietly slipped into that marinated stage of life called middle age. It creeps up softly—like that first grey hair you deny, or the first time you groan while tying your shoelaces. It’s not dramatic. It’s slow, seasoned, and somehow comes with a loyalty card to the chemist’s shop.
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