i rarely have time to look at myself in the mirror anymore.
recently, i caught a glimpse on the floor-bathroom. i received my first strand of white-hair.
strange, unanticipated reminder that time is flying by;
that i am wildly chasing something that i might not get;
that i am getting older & wiser;
and that soon this time may be over.
soon, all my hair will turn white.
people will look at me and consider me old.
soon, i may not be a student anymore.
soon, i may have students flocking around me. will i be considered a good teacher?
will i look like tom? or shaunaq?
or will i lose my hair like shobhan?