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Only a month before when the house was repainted he strictly refused that he won’t allow an inch of his room to be disturbed. But now he got his room painted in pastel pink with and hung          slightly dark pink curtains on the doors and window with beautiful flower vase on the table. As per his wish daily fresh flowers were put in the vase. Before this new situation he wouldn’t let his bed sheet change for a week or so but now his bed sheet was changed on everyday basis. Not only had this but he liked air freshener spray every day. Besides this he ordered two grafted mango plants from Multan to be planted in centre of the patio so when they grow they would spread broadly. The old man was 82 years old. He cleaned the rusty and dusty bookshelf and replaced the old worn and torn books with new ones. His grandson helped him do it.

He was so aware of his surrounding that he had drenched and saved the last drop of honey from the small bees’ honey comb for self use.

He had fallen madly in love with lively life. People were amazed to see his love for such organized and systematic life that he never followed earlier in his youth. None could find the clue for his entirely changed way of living. He talked to everyone in same monotonous tone in the past but now he changed his voice and tone according to time, situation and the person he talked to. His family who rarely paid attention to what he said now is all ears to what he said. He often told his sons that; ‘Now from one end to other no old man lives” When someone asked his age, he would reply, “I’m sixteen only” when they looked at him in doubt and surprise he would then say smiling; “The rest is my experience”

The next day he got out of his home at dawn with the rising sun. Capturing the fresh cool breeze and ambiance of spring came on the road. The dreamy night embracing the lively morning was leave-taking calmly. The picturesque scenario was captivating.  Butterflies fluttered on the boughs like flowers and seasonal flowers blooming spread scent in the atmosphere. Color and beauty of natural beauty was charismatic.  He was heading towards the park on the other side of the lane where he used to go and exercised. He was enjoying singing his childhood rhyme,

Hot cross buns
Hot cross buns,
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Hot cross buns.

His eyes opened broadly like two big doors in a storm, and became still to see the old man standing erect like a tree outside the last home of the lane. With trembling legs and uneven breaths he walked to the old man saying; “I thought you had—–”

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He found various short time activities. He would rise early morning and wearing his track suit and joggers walked for a mile. Then coming back home had a glass of milk with two spoonfuls of honey, a big apple, two bread slices with margarine and half cup of tea. He would not only drink three mouthfuls of tea and sometimes a little cheese. From 11 to I pm he watched mystery movie or crime story on television.  After that at I pm he had plain chicken soup and fifteen to twenty minutes nap. Then had his lunch that consisted of veggies, fish and fresh salad. After few days he would order pizza and enjoyed it with his grandson.

He added new activity of reading a spying and detective story book after lunch before taking a nap.  He delightfully sipped Jasmine tea with its captivating aroma in the air in the evening under the shady margosa tree. The old man then got up from there with the departing twilight then lighting the lights outside entered the house.

He cared for everything in his life except for old age. His gleaming smiling face was like a lover who feels anxiously delighted to wait for his set date. He would stop by and talked to unknown people and spent much time picking soft fragrant jasmine flowers. One day he stopping a cart-hawker, halfhearted bought crushed ice lollypop. He tossed down the juicy syrups spread on it with tooth less mouth. The synthetic colored juices spilled on his face and all over his clothes making him and his clothes multihued. So before the nightfall the frosty anger infected his throat badly and he was confined to sip hot herbal tea only.  He knew that herbal tea is so affective that all other viruses get killed. Hence three days and twelve times herbal tea relieved his sore throat. He avoided the icy lollypop but started creamy ice-cream.

One night loud noises and thumping banging sounds of fighting came from his room. Everyone in the family got worried. When they went in the room he was watching an action movie.

One evening he saw the hockey stick of his youth time that his grandson kept it in the store as family’s traditional item. The old man was excited to see it so he brought it out to play again. Being old and aged he couldn’t run so he walked. All the family members watched him in awe like the audience watches the penalty stroke holding their breath and then cheers elatedly when the ball enters the net. He changed his movements and styles so swiftly that everyone was amazed and awhile later the stick gave in used up.

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