Much Ado About Nothing

From the empty corridors of life,
To the amplified crossroads .

         
 Grandpa . 86 and counting . While I like sulking in the deserted shadows of vibrant walls ,he prefers keeping company with his sociable group of friends. While I prefer doing sleep yoga ,he goes on long walks just to keep his knees in shape or in place, whichever you find apt. While I limit my time in the Sun afraid of narking the melanin below, he basks right under ,only to end up with temperature ,on the bed next morning. While I complain about daily hitches and hiccups ,he ponders over the possibilities those hiccups could entail. While my cough stems from some undetected neurosis , his is the result of a 60 percent damaged lung. While I wake up in the morning sighing at the monotony, he opens his eyes thanking for adding another day to life . While I fail to ask him how his day was every other day, he has been adding regularly to his series of - taiyari kaisi chal rahi hai. While I fear  consequences, he fights the cause. While I muse in muted colours , he plays with life's colours at full volume. If he is the brightest shade of yellow, I fall somewhere between purple and blue.If he struggles with remembering things ,I struggle with not forgetting . If crowds attract him, they repel me.If he reads the bold and highlighted , I read the peripheral and subdued .  
               Reading this you'd feel how full of life he is at this juncture and how lifeless the writer but believe me we both meet at the crossroads of life. While he has a fear of oblivion , I don't. Life has given him experience while I am still in the cement-mix. He played Othello with me for a long time when I had time while there was still time and when we made time . I won every time but I lost time to count the times he rejoiced in the losses while I fought time to win time.  
               Grandpa teaches me every day. 65 years apart but it's really hard to tell if he's 21 or I'm 86. His agility is the envy of my slumber and his dynamism a contrast to my static . Nonetheless,in the corridors of life we peddle through the difficult terrain and the beautiful valleys. I appreciate this life of contrasts and hope that you do too.
                 

           

Comments

  1. Anonymous15 March 2022 at 11:56

    You literary genius

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  2. KD15 March 2022 at 12:00

    No word of praise will ever do justice to this .Too good

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  3. Anonymous15 March 2022 at 12:41

    Respect for Nana

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  4. Anonymous15 March 2022 at 13:41

    You write like a columnist, So apt with words and emotions.

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  5. Unknown15 March 2022 at 20:53

    Nana rocks world shocks!!

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  6. Anonymous15 March 2022 at 22:04

    Nana be like: Kehndi Hundi C,
    Chal takra bana de..😎😎😎😎

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