By Bikram Vohra

You never really think you are going to grow old. Like youth is forever and a day till it sneaks past you on a one-way street and you realise, oops, I am not young any more. For me, the awakening came at the airport when everyone was doing that rapid ‘gettouttamyway’ walkathon to the Immigration from the gate after landing. And you are thinking, why are you running and rushing and pushing and shoving? Then someone fell down near the escalator and no one stopped to help except a few of us. The general consensus was that the passenger had fractured her hip. Look at her age, that is the customary risk, and fractured hips are the hallmark, trademark and imprimatur of going into the September of our lives — ask any adult children, they will confirm this.

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