Change

Ever wondered about how things change?

A recent visit to a favourite Aunt's place set this thought off in my head. This Aunt was the one of the bubbliest, crazy, over-the-top people I knew. She was never dull, never dejected, and certainly never disheartened. This, in spite of some unbelieavably tough moments that life has given her. The fact that she managed to be so perked at all times was something I was always awed by.

When I went to her visit her this time, there was a perceptible change in her appearance. The hair had greyed, the specs looked thicker, and in general, age was having a marked effect on her visage.

I was, frankly, a little taken aback. But it is my fault, really. I was expecting to see the same vibrant, verbose person I had met quite a few years ago. Obviously, that could not be.

Thankfully, not much of the personality had changed. There was still that sense of humour, albeit with a tinge of apprehension because she wasn't sure whether the jokes were funny any more, there still was that cackle of a laugh, and most importantly, that spirit to live life and love it still burned, although there were always some moments when it felt like that flame had been a lot stronger once.