I saw an old passport-sized photograph of my father today.
It was in an old bank passbook that dated back 3 decades.
There he looked young and pretty well dressed checkered black and white blazer above creamy mustard turtleneck.
There he looked just like I do today, that picture and I are of the same age.
Strange it's almost like a dream that so much has passed...
But neither has he aged in my eyes nor in his eyes I have.
someday he'll die young and that day I'll be of his age.. And To trade the place I'm not prepared, I'm not prepared.