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I have been wanting to pen a turning-something post ever since I turned 21. However, at 21, it was too early to write about the “profound wisdom” I had gained about the world. At 22, it was cliché. I was busy stuffing myself with cake all the subsequent years to suddenly wake up one day and find myself on the wrong side of 25 yet neither at the pinnacle of wisdom nor covered in the blanket of naivety. I reach an age after which I am probably going to keep chanting the phrase “age doesn’t matter” a lot to myself. But till then I heave a sigh as I pick up phone-calls from distant friends wishing me a happy birthday, and marvel at the fact how easily things change with age. You grow up whether you want to or not- your new job and the new place ensures that you do. You turn wiser and you laugh at the wisdom you thought you had gained when you were only 22 and a fan of Taylor Swift songs. You also realize you know nothing today as compared to what you are about t...