'The present' is dying…

A city like Mumbai, people value time the most, with a majority of the little joys get misplaced.

People run for money but forget emotions.

People run for position but forget the heart.

People do everything within their limits and more to make one and their loved ones happy in the future but never get chance to experience happiness or just initiate a conversation on ‘everyday talk’ at leisure.

'The present' is dying, not a good sign of things to come. A change needs to be initiated before the helmet of darkness takes over.

Then there are moments in life that happen, just out of the blue - happy memories that lightens you up, even 10 years down the line.

Such is the following episode:

Sunday evening, when I was just preparing myself  to face the ‘Khooni Monday’ (which means going to the parlor, getting clothes ironed, doing all that random stuff when you know that in spite of getting chance you will not do those things out of your laziness on a weekday.) I was completing one of the chores on my to-do list - going to the parlor and my Dadi (82 year old young lady) was taking a walk in the colony compound. 

I stumbled upon her & thought I should inform her that I will be visiting the parlor but before I could do that, she asked, “Are you going from the park side. Can you drop me mid-way? I can’t cross the roads.” We crossed the road and to my surprise I forgot about my appointment and went with her to the park. While walking and talking with her I actually realized that it had been so many years, I hadn’t even looked at her face clearly. With age, her hands were shaking even more. She could not see the roads clearly. She was having troubles when vehicle lights were flashed.

As we walked further she made a simple statement, "You can go now, you have office tomorrow na..." something that I did not feel like going even one inch away from her at that time. Deep down my heart was so satisfied (the same feeling which we get when we were kids, when we used to get to sleep on Dadi’s bed for bedtime stories). It was then that I realized how a person runs behind money, success and what not…

But end of the day, these things, small conversations, being a part of a larger family, is what people miss.

I could clearly see the sparkle in her eyes- the joy of being with someone. One of her loved one has given her a very precious thing - TIME.

On my way back home with Dadi, another happy memory, Dadi says “let’s go have some bhel poori" I was so startled. My granny is asking for bhel poori. Hehe…

2 beautiful memories, within mere hours, what else could I ask for… 

Love life in such a way that it has no option but to love you back...