Fear of Age

It was the cold morning of a freezing winter when the car horn.

Picking up my bag full of cloth I began to rush down to reach the car that was parked with the Parking light blinking on it.The driver smiled and said "put it inside". I couldn't smile back, I was as if I saw the devil. I turned back to wave bye to my grand parents.I could see my grand father running and I heard the voice of my grandmother requesting me to wait.

Both were in their old age, I could see him running with his old hat on his hand.

With a smile full of sadness.

I could see my grandmother smiling but her eyes were filled with tears.