The smell of those jasmine is tickling my senses.The greenery of this place..those wonderful meadow everything takes you to literally another world...may be this is the reason why old people like me love to spend our evenings here in soltitude.but that loud noise of kids out there makes you feel younger I guess...that little girl of our neighborhood seems to me like a replica of myself...my heart leaps with happiness when I am with these guys it feel as if... getting younger...the distant view of setting sun is getting blurred day by day..making me realize that even my senses don't favour me anymore...I used to wonder why people don't understand each other..... now here is a time when even your body and mind dont seem to understand each other....those curly locks of jet black hair no longer retains their lustre they appear to me as large cotton balls...but these changes has not affected my mind...it seems to retain everything as if it all happened yesterday..they say neuronal degeneration can lead to dementia...so nor do my intellect of which I was quite proud about going to serve me forever.....turning back the pages of my life I come across a multitude of feelings....
those words that remain untold those feelings which remain unexpressed seem to plunge my heart all at once...I wince in pain....the time when dreams and commitments kept me at a crossroad...with shoulder bent of commitments I took the road to my responsibilities which changed my life once forever....
Sometimes I do feel that the choice was in hand the door was open before me ..still I couldn't make it....if a little courage was being shown may be life would have been a different story...a feeling of remorse and regret hover over me...I feel lost....worthless....and realize that I too now add count to that 97%of people who actually regret about the worthlessness of their life on their death bed....as these thoughts clear away just like smoke rising from pyre I realize that all these were in vain....its like the flow of a river the water which you touched once can never be touched again....once it passes away....it goes away for ever.....
A gentle tap on my arms wake me up from my dream....little vivans smile made me forget the heaviness of heart...gently moving my finger through his thick matted hair...I asked him... Vivan what will u be when u grow up??? Ironically he says "I all become a big doctor like u " I smile at his innocent face ....hold his little arms and walk towards the home....
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