Not a recent picture but included because I was forty plus for sure when it was clicked. We were off to a wedding, the offspring and I. And I was damned if I was going to get myself into a saree. So here I am, with fitted trousers, a mid thigh chiffon top with exquisite beadwork, my favourite golden wedges which have since unfortunately collapsed on me and which I have mourned the demise of, some diamonds at my neck and the best arm accessory I could sport, the offspring. Now, ofcourse, I’m at the tip of his ears, and those shoes he’s wearing I’ve inherited.