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How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

My dear friend, I’m utterly baffled why you’d want to know more about me. Consider yourself fortunate for not being exposed to the raw, unfiltered side of this world! But since you’re so insistent, I’ll indulge you—don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m tall by Indian standards, standing proudly at six feet. My head is a canvas of white, grey, and the occasional rebellious black hair. In a sea of dyed locks—where even kids seem to chase eternal youth—I’m the odd one out, embracing my natural grey. In fact, I’ve inspired a few brave souls in my neighborhood to ditch the hair dye, much to their wives’ dismay. Adding to the chaos on my face is my thick, glorious mustache—my pride and joy since my early twenties. It’s practically a family heirloom at this point. Below the neck, I strive to stay trim, squeezing in daily exercises whenever life allows.… How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

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What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

My parents had some quirky old-school habits or you can say traditions, especially when it came to neighbors. They were way too chummy—think festival-day visits, long chats over the fence, and diving headfirst into everyone’s business with that juicy, small-town gossip. Now, I’m not exactly a Gen Alpha kid—I’m more of a Gen X vibe—but the neighborhood just isn’t the same anymore. The old folks who loved those traditions? They’re either gone or winding down. Their kids? Too glued to their smartphones to care about fence-side heart-to-hearts. And here’s the thing about that overly friendly neighbor tradition—it could backfire. Some neighbors got too comfortable, asking my dad for loans when times got tough. Spoiler: it didn’t always end well. He had to chase people down to get his money back! These days, I keep it simple: a quick smile, a friendly wave, then back to my phone. It might sound… What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

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Was today typical?

My days? Pretty predictable, typical, and I’m totally okay with that. I’m a creature of habit, sticking to the same routine from the moment I roll out of bed to when I finally crash at night. I thrive on the comfort of “typical.” Shake things up? That takes some serious planning, and honestly, I’d rather save my brainpower for work. But here’s the thing—life doesn’t care about my love for routine. It’s like life’s got a mischievous side, tossing curveballs my way just when I think I’ve got it all figured out. Those unexpected twists force me to pivot, adapt, and rethink my game plan. Luckily, I’ve got a secret weapon: five decades of experience. Yup, I’ve racked up plenty of wisdom—and a fair share of epic fails—over the years. Those lessons? They’re like guardrails, steering me toward the path of least disaster. Here’s to keeping the chaos at bay… Was today typical?