Another day, another year...
Days pass by and years come to an end; changes are bound to happen. Quite a few things changed over the course of last week...
> Dad went back. Yet, I can swear that I still get the faint scent of cigarettes, hanging in the quite corners of the house.
> Growing a year older-- hmm! now thats not something I like very much. Birthdays aren't exactly the happiest of occassions for me. Reminds me that childhood and youth will soon become a distant memory. Friends and colleagues made sure that celebrations were loud. So loud that, at times it bordered on the embarrassing. But it helped to stave off the thoughts of growing older.
> Its interesting to see how one day can change your priorities; usher in thoughts that, seem to echo the need of the hour.
I don't like growing older. But even if immortality were something that one could find, I might choose to look the other way. Whats the point in living on, if only to watch everything that you hold dear, pass slowly into the next stage of life. I guess everything has a purpose...so may be growing old has one too.
Life is definitely not without a sense of irony.
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