When we grow old | जब हम बूढ़े हो जाते हैं
When we grow Old A man of 92 years, short, very well-presented, who takes great car e in his appearance, is moving into an old people's home today. His wife of 70 years recently died, and he is obliged to leave his home. After waiting several hours in the retirement home lobby, he gently smiles as he is told that his room is ready. As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his Cane, I describe his small room to him, including the sheet hung at the window which serves as a curtain. " I like it very much," he says, with the enthusiasm of an8 years old boy who has just been given a new bicycle. " Sir, you haven't even seen the room yet hang on a moment, we are almost there". " That has nothing to do with it" he replied. " Happiness is something I choose in Advance. Whether or not I like the room, does not depend on the furniture, or the decor.........rather it depends on how I decide to see it". " It is already decided in my mind th