I wake up around 7 am and enjoy the coffee on the couch. The city was all ready to welcome the winter season with the cold. I was looking at the willpower of the light piercing the dense mist covering the place. Appreciated the efforts of the lights to help the fellow people on the streets even if it was stopped by the mist.
Being the last day of the long weekend, the city is relatively empty with fewer cars plying around on the otherwise busy roads.
Just took a brief step out to Balcony. Sipping my coffee was trying to keep my ears sharp to pick up sounds.
The first sound was that of rolling wheels of the shopping cart. I see an old couple walking along with their shopping cart behind them. They should be at least 65+ and wonder how I would be when I reach their age. Well, I will be surprised & happy if I was actually there at that age!!!
We keep talking about living together, divorces and what not. But look at these old couples. Should have spent at least 3-4 decades of togetherness. And still, they had the walk together like any newlywed would pick up jealous. Cute, isn’t it? Did it mean they have never had any fights?
I don’t think so. In my opinion, couples should fight, have a difference, talk opposite ideas. But they should also know where to stop and compromise. It’s not about who wins or lose the discussion that matters. What matters is who gives up to make the relation healthier! Don’t you agree?
I started to think about the numerous fights I had with my wife. But still here we are, more understanding, more closer than previous days.
The silence of the environment is abruptly cut by a crying child. I peep out of the balcony and see a young lady trying to convince the crying child in the pram. To anyone looking at the child, I am sure will have no clue of why the child is crying.
But not the mother. She knows why the child cries. She distinguishes if the child is crying for milk, or want of sleep or even if he/she has wetted the diaper and its time to change. Not just that, she can even figure out if the kid is bored for being too long in the pram and wanted the warmth of the mother.
Yes, I was correct. The young lady just lifted the baby and grab it, and the cry vanished in thin air. Even though I cannot hear what she was talking to the baby, I can guess that she is shouting at the baby – lovingly though!
I noticed that my face had a spontaneous smile. Yes, I went a few years back to think of my own kids. I still have a guilty conscious that I could not be with my kids for most of the time. Blame it on my job that had lots of travel outside India. So, every time I am back home, I made it a point to spend every minute with my kid.
As a regular dad, I use to buy tons of toys when returning home. But it took a while for me to realize that the kid was not looking for the lifeless toy, but this full life-size dad!
It’s too late for me to realize now on how I missed some of the best moments of my kids. So, I make it a point to my friends and other to emphasize the importance. For, these are once in a lifetime events and never happens again, right?
My thought was disturbed by a flight up in the sky. I lift my head to see the flight. But the mist was blocking the vision. All I could see is a stream of light from the flight.
There could be different types of persons traveling on that flight now. Some could be flying on a job. Some could be flying to see their near and dear. That again reminded me of the flight journey I had to take 15 years before.
Yes, that was the longest flight journey I ever had. Not because of the distance, but because of the joy that was waiting on the other side. It was the birth of my son. I still remember the instant of the news hitting my ears.
I was at the top of Eiffel tower. No, I was not flying but literally in there when my Nokia 3310 phone rang. I took it and noticed that the call was from India. With anxiety, I answer the phone. Then I was flying without feathers, hearing the news about the journey of our next generation.
And then start with the next available flight to India, and that was the longest flight journey I was mentioning. I am sure you can understand the long wait and struggle I would have had till I saw my sons face.
WoW, it’s really a WoW. I decided to sit on the balcony in the morning as a part of the initiative from Blogadda weekend writing. But never realized that it will make me go back to my (g)olden days and memories.
Thank you Blogadda, for giving such an opportunity in this life full of rush & rash.
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