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I am forgetting things slowly. Till sometime back my family made fun of my forgetfulness owing to old age. Was I getting old early?

Yesterday I kept looking at a handsome man sitting in a restaurant wondering what was I doing there, when he asked, “ hey what happened?” I realised he was my love and we were celebrating his promotion.

I want to grow old but, not forgetting the people I love.

I am scared now.