India, March 18 -- One morning, as I padded from 66 into 67, a warm cup of tea brought surprising clarity. I realised that this phase of life is not about counting years but about finally understanding them. After decades of being a daughter, sister, wife, mother and mentor, I found myself meeting my own self again. And what emerged were not heavy truths, but gentle ones - like early sunlight slipping into a silent room.

The first truth was simple: Life moves forward, whether or not we hold on to its passing moments. Children grow into their destinies, friends walk their chosen paths, and even the body changes its rhythm. Holding life too tightly is like trying to contain water in a closed fist - the more you grip, the more you lose. Whe...