“Getting old ain’t for sissies, I tell ya”. That’s Irin
Apfel for you.
She makes me want to philosophize life. And then I just want
to let it be. Because the moment I start to put it in words, I would only be
mocking it. I would be containing something that is boundless; giving form to
something superlatively surreal & sublime.
To me, Iris on the outside is just the revelation of what
she is inside. At 90, her style, her colors, her attitude & her penchant
for just being surpasses any logic I know. I don’t think this kind of dauntless
aura comes out of just wanting to be violently different. It glows because you
have embraced life instead of fighting it; because every time you looked back,
you only smiled. It shows because you have danced to the melody of moments,
because you acted your heart. It grows bigger by the day because you treat time
like a piece of art…
Iris to me is a mystery I don’t want to solve. I just want
it to stay with me as long as I want to evolve.
2 comments:
Awesome, Himani!! It is a charming corner. Love the parchment feel :) Keep sharing more!
Thank you so much Sanchita :)
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