As I combed my wet greyish hair, rolled down and bottoned up my sleeves and put on a neck-tie, I realized I was far from the man I was twenty years back. A smile sparkled across my dry rough lips. Greying, I told myself, is beautiful.
As I combed my wet greyish hair, rolled down and bottoned up my sleeves and put on a neck-tie, I realized I was far from the man I was twenty years back. A smile sparkled across my dry rough lips. Greying, I told myself, is beautiful.
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