Grey
“I don’t want to get old,” my voice filled with defiance. “Everybody will get old,” he replied calmly. “No, I will not grow old. When I grow up, I will find anti-ageing medicines.” “Yeah, good for you,” he said with a hint of amusement. “You know what I don’t like about ageing? It’s living with all my desires and dreams destroyed and depending on others’ mercy.” “Its not the real story. Being old is just a part of the big game called life.” “I always want to be healthy and young, you know ?,” I continued stubbornly. “Who says old people aren’t healthy?” he countered with a gentle smile. It’s been 40 years since that conversation happened. Back then, I believed I should marry that playmate because no one else had ever soothed my fear of growing old so beautifully. That memory has lingered with me ever since, and today, inspired by it, I find myself compelled to write. A day as usual. Need I mention that? Aren’t all days the same, like a lover’s kisses—sometimes fun, sometimes boring?