when i was young - what a beautyful is the age, when we don't understand the real mean of it,,,, when we grow older and older and we come to know that our hands stop working our eyes blured and our face filled with pimples and rushes so we understand we have grown older the age we were queen or king lost but now we have to live still every that moment brings smile on our face and again with glimpse it goes away... what a nice moment we have ever spend in our life