India, May 28 -- When we are young, we run against time. As you are old, we stop. Time also stops. Only death runs towards us. When I ask myself, what did such a long life teach me? Then it seems that we have not started our life yet! ( Dhundh se uthati dhun i.e. The tune arising from the mist.) We are among those who wait for their birth till the moment of death. Writer Nirmal Verma says through his novel "Antim Aranya" that none of us had time to live the real plays of our life, which were written in our destiny. The same thing makes us old, nothing else. The wrinkles and salves of our faces indicate those dense fancies, addictions and internalises who came to meet us and we were not at our house. By the time knowledge comes, it is too ...