Strange

Strange, she came to my dream or may be I dreamt of her…whatever. I never was thinking of her in the recent days. But it made me happy. She was my best friend, some long years ago. She looked the same as if she did not age. I know it’s not for real. She can’t be like that now. Good that, in our dreams and memory, people stays just like how they were when we saw them last. They always stay young.

And our physical body? What is strange about it?

Every second new cells are being created and old ones die. But we don’t look new, but we get old. We are getting older and older with the help of newer and newer cells.

God and His ways, it’s all strange…