Growing old....

I am 32 years old. And, I am growing old. Old, not just that my age is increasing everyday but I have started missing those good old days, our times,....
I recently met a few of my classmates, from my school and from my colleges, in last few days. I was seeing them at least after a decade. In fact, I met my school friend after 15 years. And, as expected, we were recollecting our good old days. Nothing different. Perhaps every such meeting will have these moments. But there was a big difference. We were discussing those days as we were discussing a different era...a different civilization. It was difficult to connect to those days. Days without cable TV channels, days without mobile phones and internet, days with at least 3 hours everyday in cricket field, days with cycling to school and back without ever hearing a horn. We discussed those long hours at STD booth, once in a week, for those who were regulars, trying to speak to our parents for few minutes, or about the cricket tournament we used to organize and participated in colleges and yes, a few old-filmy style crushes...that, indeed, was a different era..or a different civilization. And, all these used to happen just a few years ago...12-15 years ago.
I am growing old. I am repeating lines, often repeated by old men and women when we were young. And, seems I would grow quiet old in next few decades...