Growing older Stories

Middle-age woes didn’t creep up on me, Slowly chipping away like erosion. No, they barged in and gate-crashed my life overnight With the subtlety of an explosion! With wrecking-ball speed, they wreaked mischievous havoc, Smashing me into submission. My eyesight grew weak, my hair turned snow white And my back ached in every position. I went a bit deaf, so I’m told by my kids And I struggled with poor memory. Couldn’t work...

Our crime was anarchy. Ignoring laws, building fires, blocking streets, shouting, “NO! NO! in the market place. We climbed their walls, threw stones at their houses, sat at their gates and would not budge our hearts and minds. Again and again their soldiers came to drag us by our hair to dungeons, but could not keep us there. We were their sons and daughters, but had no homes. We could not pledge allegiance to their flag,...