'You've grey hair, why don't you dye your hair?', 'You're growing old! Why don't you find a girl?'
As he batted these comments that are thrown at him as casual remarks, some of it bothered him while he shrugged his shoulders off the rest. He doesn't know whether to blame people or genetics for the attention his grey hair receives. He was obviously pissed that his hair gets more attention than him. Whereas his mother tends to oil his hair whenever he is home and insisted he takes bath with aloe vera for healthy hair. 'Grey hair is a mark of wisdom', his father quips. He stared at his father suspiciously as if he cracked where the deficiency came from. His grand mother although suggested that he eats nutritious food and sleeps on time. While walking back to office next morning, he resolved himself to take on life with moderation. He now feels aware that what he deals with in life is nothing purely black nor white but filled with shades of grey. Proud of this epiphany, everytime people inquire, he throws one-liner at them like his father:
'This grey hair has seen life, bro'
'George Clooney hair style! How's it?'
'Call me a Silver Fox!'