i stared at my grand dad the whole time he was sitting at the sofa before he went for work today. he was telling me about the bumps he had collected working at my granny's garden. my grand dad, though he's whole body is covered in wrinkles, he's bones are made of steel. he's 78 this year, still rides his bike to work and gets into occasional accidents. every Sunday he goes out for breakfast before meeting his friends in his leather jacket.

does it hurt being old? is it scary waking up everyday knowing that from now on your life depends on fate? do you cry looking at what used to be your hands but now submerged itself by thick blood vessels? do you have regrets now that your life cycle is almost complete?

words were itching in my throat, but all i did was to listen about how his day was. and have my word, my grand dad is amazing. he still burst into laughter while drinking tea when we watch Mr Bean. he imitate voices and made me apple juice two days ago.. sigh, this old man is the best part of life.

have a nice week you guys!