I heard somewhere if u lose someone close to u , u find god.
Yesterday when the heavens opened its gate and was pouring its blessings , I was left stranded at the entrance of my rented house . fortunately there was a octogenarian lady in whose company I found solace . Age has certainly taken a toll on her , sitting near the entrance ,I noticed her at times muttering to herself n at times animatedly saying something to me, which most of the times was incomprehensible . As much as I wanted to be a part of the convo , I couldn’t . her face riddled with loose skin n limping hands one over another displayed her vulnerability . evident from her demeanour was that she needs company along with constant care, but to her chagrin none of her family members were there . the family tree which c forms the stem now has been left to rot , whose fruits are now flourishing in lush green fields . as I was talking to her, I saw in the abyss of her eyes , her love fo her children but there must also be a corner where c is miffed with them , I couldn’t see that. Her invisibility inside the house is conspicuous , sporadically calling her grandchildren n in turn breaking the deafening silence . Seeing me c stared spewing emotions that must have been dormant for weeks. Her broken smile , salt-pepper hair, insipid face, bland expression were revealing a lifetime of experience which I m gonna face in due time. In between the convo ,I lost trail and drifted towards avenues yet to evolve , circumscribing myself with questions such as how will I be able to cope up with such banishment , will I undergo the same trauma , will my end days also be sombre like her , will…. ???
she reminded me of my grandmother who would be in similar condition n suddenly I noticed something trickling down my cheeks , somehow expressing my deep empathy to her ..……
Yesterday when the heavens opened its gate and was pouring its blessings , I was left stranded at the entrance of my rented house . fortunately there was a octogenarian lady in whose company I found solace . Age has certainly taken a toll on her , sitting near the entrance ,I noticed her at times muttering to herself n at times animatedly saying something to me, which most of the times was incomprehensible . As much as I wanted to be a part of the convo , I couldn’t . her face riddled with loose skin n limping hands one over another displayed her vulnerability . evident from her demeanour was that she needs company along with constant care, but to her chagrin none of her family members were there . the family tree which c forms the stem now has been left to rot , whose fruits are now flourishing in lush green fields . as I was talking to her, I saw in the abyss of her eyes , her love fo her children but there must also be a corner where c is miffed with them , I couldn’t see that. Her invisibility inside the house is conspicuous , sporadically calling her grandchildren n in turn breaking the deafening silence . Seeing me c stared spewing emotions that must have been dormant for weeks. Her broken smile , salt-pepper hair, insipid face, bland expression were revealing a lifetime of experience which I m gonna face in due time. In between the convo ,I lost trail and drifted towards avenues yet to evolve , circumscribing myself with questions such as how will I be able to cope up with such banishment , will I undergo the same trauma , will my end days also be sombre like her , will…. ???
she reminded me of my grandmother who would be in similar condition n suddenly I noticed something trickling down my cheeks , somehow expressing my deep empathy to her ..……
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