Autobiography from the perspective of old age
Uploaded by manas352 on Nov 19, 2006
I can't remember how the days passed away. I sit before the road by my house and watch little kids play with each other. I remember the days when I was young. I was the shortest among my pals. Ah! those days, I can't really forget them. It was filled with fun. Soccer game in the nearby field in my father's farm. Playing pranks with old men and girls. I wonder how the days passed away. I believe all those friends are dead by now expect for some. I hope they remember those things too. Also our teenage life. What a beautiful days. I lament over my lost days now. When I see some couples enjoying each other's company, I feel very depressed. I curse god for creating ageing.
In the same way, ageing not only gives me mental torture, but it left me physically crippled too. I am losing my appetite slowly. My bones ache when I walk for short distance. Likewise, I am suffering from insomnia. I feel like dying very soon or return to my past. The reminiscence of my young days always hover round my brain. Also my wife is dead and I don't have anybody to talk at my house. My son and his wife are busy with their work and my grand children are away to graduate in state college. The nostalgia of my dead wife also leaves me depressed. Accordingly, the sufferings due to old age leaves me melancholy.
Regardless, the suffering of old age, I am happy of this ageing. Sooner or later, I will die, so I am free to enjoy my life to the fullest extent. The burden of job has been removed from my life. My son and his children love me more than I expect. When alone, I go to church or to the club and just hang around either sharing my experiences of my life with other old pals or just sit and play cards with them. I have on dog which understands my feelings. I take it the park for a walk. I love going to the park. Everyone in this part of town know me and I am respectful in this area. People in the park...