(A short story) I looked at the mirror and was relieved to see the change of clothes from the usual blue I have been wearing for the last few months . I combed the very few hair that remained stuck to my scalp . Age has given me many lines on my face . People call it wrinkles but I prefer to consider them the best lines of my story . Each line reminds me of the wonderful life I have lived so far . I ran my fingers over those lines , thinking about the best times I have had so far . I sat on my bed waiting . The boring white color and the silence around started disappearing in the wind and glimpses of my past replaced them . I looked at them as if watching a good old movie and my heart filled with happiness . A sudden knock on my door brought the sickly white interiors back . I turned back to see my son standing . “It’s time dad ” , he said . I nodded and moved towards the door . The next few hours of travel flew away just like seconds with me mulling over the beautiful past an...