The Old Friend
It was easy to see, as he sat on the verandah, that age had finally caught up to him. He had become frail, no longer what he was a few years ago.
“He’s as old as Grandma, I think,” Salil whispered.
When he passed, everyone mourned him silently.
“Grandpa used to rock me to sleep on him,” Salil remembered, looking at the broken frame of the once magnificent easy chair, the oldest legacy their family had had.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 19th July 2016)