Have you ever thought how good it is to be young? To feel how good it is to feel full, to feel your strong lungs expanding inside you, to walk through a crowd with your strong legs with your head held up high, to climb hills and not lose breath, to take the risk of trying to flirt with the stern faced babe in the cafeteria, to be able to leave everything and start a new beginning. To value being young, one has to feel how being old is like.

One hot day, towards the evening I felt weak. My body did not obey my commands. Going back home seemed to be a Herculean task. I felt like lying down on the side walk and dying. I reached home and collapsed. While climbing the stairs to the bedroom, the very stairs I had not given any thought till then, I had struggled through each step and my legs had threatened to collapse.