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A quick tale 35

Age concern

She was one of the girls that looked older than her age. At 13, she was mistaken for a 20-year old. At 25, they asked her if she was 30. At 38, they thought she was her son’s grandmother.
One day while filling up a form, she lied about her age. Said she was 58 instead of the actual 43. The clerk looked up and exclaimed how young she looked.

Comments

monu said…
That was nice...
that happens to most people...i look older than my elder sister...but to me she looks too young for her age!!!

:)
RS said…
How true. People so often don't want to see what is staring at them, but see only what they want to see. People are so happy to be misled by appearances. Just like our ads for fairness and age-defying creams!
Anjali said…
so true!my mom looks like my elder sis.lovlely ammani.kudos.
AF said…
Nice one ammani. My father would always comment that my mom looks like a mom to him.
AF
Anonymous said…
I am 25, but can easily pass of for an 16 year old..;) I hate it when in Pubs they double check my ID before letting me in!!!
Balaji said…
nice. made me smile :-)
Balakumar said…
Oh wish this were true for me... Everyone asks me what I am studying and they dont believe me when I tell them its been over 6 years since I got out of school!
Sundaresan said…
very true..good one.
dinesh said…
Yeah, not just girls..happens to guys as well ! We havs this age guessing thing at a nearby amusement park, where you get a gift if the guy there guesses your age wrong (+_2 error margin)..all the people there consistently have me 5 over my real age !! I was initially hurt by this..but later on I didn't mind so much, cos I knew where to go, when I wanted a gift :)

BTW, your grandson jikku looks good in the picture jk :)
keerthi said…
This happens to me. I look a lot older than Iam. Im just 22. But once a neighbour approached my mom for getting her daughter married to me..

Know whats the wierdest thing.. the girl was 28 years old. My mom then revealed that i was six years younger to her..

But then, I have a mild satisfaction in looking older, than younger.. probably girls want to look younger than older.
Chenthil said…
Looks like I have company. When I was 22 and working as an Engineer, a contractor asked me whether I was 32. Maybe I should try this method :-)
Gangadhar said…
Very nice,Ammani..That's the psychology of most people...We usually see it whenevr they have to fill up railway reservation forms..They usually write less age..Mostly want to look young than their actual age!!!
hari said…
Nice story. It is like the size of a small line. you can either make it look bigger or smaller by drawing a smaller or bigger line besides it.

It is a matter of attitude.
Alex said…
This is truly amazing...I had heard of short stories...but this is wow!

I guess i need to come again to read more of your writings.

Incidentally I should ask my mom to check out your Chai paani blog.....and hey before I get labelled a sexist.....I am not really a big foodie!

LOL! Have a great weekend
dfg said…
hi
mmm nice one.
when people look younger they will wants to look matured.. and when they look older they wish to look younger..
prakash
Übermaniam said…
pinging the expert: http://ubermaniam.blogspot.com/ a not so quick tale. cheers.
thennavan said…
Good one Ammani. OT: Have blogrolled you :-)
Übermaniam said…
the 'i' is probably freudian. thanks for the inspiration. you've been a great help. really. btw, not clear what you meant by 'could probably be a style'. do tell. cheers and waiting for your next quickie.
Übermaniam said…
coming from you, that's high praise. and not that different, considering i got it from you. keep them coming, and keep coming. cheers
Übermaniam said…
incidentally, what is nununu...it's what i used to call my ex-girlfriend. and i see what you mean about the 'i'. i think i do the 'i' thing because it helps me feel closer to the writing, the subject, the feel...anything else makes me feel alienated, bored and disinterested. you're right, i'm just a self-centred SOB.
Übermaniam said…
i think your kid has extraordinarily beautiful eyes. hmm...i wonder who they remind me of. i get it! they remind me of you :-)
Übermaniam said…
on the k-sutra. it was a song. i used to write for a band that never sang any of my songs. that was when i was in montreal...tnks for the kind words.
*G* said…
A short and simple story. Ammani, u r the 'Queen of drabbles' in the blogosphere.
Surinder said…
thats why i think people say these two things "women worry a bit too much" .. and "never ask a women her age ! " :-)
Vinu said…
Really nice one...
But i can say there are lots the way around..

Like my uncle. He is fity,but when we wlak together i find all girls wooing at him...

Looks sometimes matters..haha

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