Growing old is about age. Getting old, on the other hand, is about the gradual and mysterious murder of that innocent kid within us.

Don’t let your age kill your child.

Some of us get so bogged down in our lives that we forget that we’re the same person who, not so long ago, used to love writing names on the foggy windows.

We’re the same person who used to keep one finger outside in the open to feel those gentle raindrops.

We’re the same person who never bothered about the mud stains on the trouser.

It was all so magical.