I am part of a lost generation, but I refuse to believe that. I am on an adventure. Life is not more than a collection of smiles, tears, and fears. My sight became heavy, yet I looked up to the many-starred

As we grow older with each passing day We must always remember that the ones who brought us into this world; The ones who sacrificed so much for us; I mean our parents... Are growing older too Our strength

She reeked of week old sweat and salty ocean air. Clutching her trekking poles, she made her way to the outside café where I had just bought a latte and was about to leave. Before she could reach the window

What I am going to write about? I will express my very humble view on growing up older and unavoidable changes related to this process with more attention on the creative and positive aspect of this stage