Life, after all the complexities of varied forms of sojourn, is sometimes, exasperatingly stressful. When one is relieved of his or her responsibilities from any job, in public domain or from private enterprises; sent off with a warm or cursory “Thank You Note”, a lukewarm farewell Tea & biscuit; One may suddenly encounter either of the two situations – A painful sigh of relief that there’s No Burden on one’s Head; Or that the path ahead is …….blank.
There are no more official chauffeur to usher one into the cushy car seat. There’s no one around, to call out to & fix a flat car Tyre, when I need to rush up; Not to the swanky office suite, but to the fish & vegetable market & get our supplies; Lest I get a diet plan from my lady. There’s No more smart salute or the sharp ‘Jai Hind’ Greetings at dawn & dusk. Only the very familiar mumbles in a feminine voice, repeated over 3 to 4 decades, may be heard. The children, mostly, have taken their flight tests. They have begun their own journey of life.
If one is lucky, one can hear the cries of a baby; Heralding the beginning of a new assignment in & of life – A Wonderful bundle of joy called – Grandchildren. A new Journey, another adventure to begin, holding the tiny hands & feet of the toddlers. To teach these gifts of God, how to sail along in life, beginning with those wobbly first steps to skipping with wild exuberance & freedom of childhood.
God ensures, there is always another door, to take one away from the agony of retirement from jobs & work. But he doesn’t let you retire from life, till the calling comes. That’s the never ending Ferris Wheel of Life’s Adventures. From gates of Kangla, the wheel began its upward swing, all the way through the cold deserts of Ladakh to Sub Saharan & Thar deserts, ready to begin again at the portals of my home, Imphal.