You loved summer and ice lolly.You still love summer and everything that comes with it.I love you and I love the way rivulets of powder mixed with sweat run down your temples,the way you frown at the throttling sun and crave for a crate full of ice lollies.But you can't,because the mossy phlegm on your handkerchief safely tucked under your shirt and the inhaler in your pocket scream you can't.Because you have cold.Because you are old.Because craving for ice lollies or harping on one's happy past don't become a good old man.Baba,be a good fellow,be mellow.