LIFE IS A FULL CIRCLE

 

   

The talk of Time Machine and Theory of Relativity is for the likes of Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein. As far as I am concerned, I only look back in my photographic albums to travel back rather than forward.


As I conveyed my anniversary greetings to my cousin today, I reflected on nearly two decades ago. My children got very excited to travel by train for her wedding. The moment they boarded the train and reached the compartment just near the door, all hell broke loose. They discovered that the compartment had just three berths and even a sliding door, so it turned out they had a room to themselves with bunk beds, and to top it all, the room was chilled.


The baby boys imitated the monkeys as they sprang from berth to berth, laughing and playing all games. Soon, the journey was over, and the sultry weather in Delhi drained them.


The return journey by Shatabdi was equally memorable for them. The Meals on Wheels was just beyond their baby minds. The juices, tea, and breakfast served made them think of the train as a moving restaurant.


One of my friends later enquired about the train on which food was served for free. She told me that my son was in disbelief when she tried to convince him that 'papa must have paid for it in the ticket'.


Today, the same question sprang up in my mind when my son booked my flight ticket from his credit card reward points, to which he jokingly replied: "Meri mamma (my dear mom), nothing is for free." Life has indeed come a full circle.