I have a sign that old age is catching up. Last weekend, I went to have a haircut. There, I discovered that I had strands of white hair. OMG! Not yet 30 years of age and yet I have white hair.
It's disheartening to see those white strands. I kept staring at them on the mirror reflection, wanting to pull them out but wary that the people at the hair saloon were watching. So, I just kept my hands folded, squirming impatiently in my seat. The moment I got into my car, I started to pull those white strands out one by one. I counted. There were 5 of them altogether.