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The Flirty, Feisty,  Fifties

It is in my 50’s that I have finally discovered the joys of Flirting. Flirting with Life!

Whoever told you that the 20’s were the much-awaited “coming of age” were wrong. And how!

Take it from someone who has lived through five decades and is excitedly nudging the next.

At 21 I was a vacuous-faced pretty young thing with a nonsensical, fairy-tale idea of life. Having weathered many typhoons and been flattened breathless by the hurricanes of real life, I have finally emerged from the constrictions of life’s chrysalis  into the freedom of the Fifties. My multi-hued butterfly wings are dappled with lived-through experiences, and my curious antennae are eager to fly off into the unknown.

Can you even begin to imagine the freedom I now…

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  1. Dr Anand

    Dear Neelam
    In my professional life, I’ve nursed several patients receiving Chemo
    Yet, when it comes to ones own – it’s another matter
    Having said that, your irrepressible spirit is inspiring and miraculous
    Im thinking of all your resources and a poem –

    Invictus
    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.

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