OBSERVING LIFE AND WRITING…WELL IN THE END ONLY THREE THINGS MATTER

A usual day with usual routine and life still has lot to teach …. Me and my friend were sitting on a bench in the park,

And suddenly an old man stopped near by and excused me us, we both looked at him and asked him if everything was OK …

And while he was trying to talk to us .. I felt he didn’t even had a strength to make his words clearly audible to us .I looked at his face . It was as innocent as that of a child , and as lonely as the of moon seems in the dark sky …

He wanted us to put radio on his phone .I just switched on the radio and holded him his phone back … The old man said thanks and went back to sit alone on a bench . I kept watching him for a long …

I don’t know what but there was something that made me sad … Something that made me think… We are born innocent and desire free and when ageing hits us .Things get again same then

Why does a person loses his way in between the process … Why???