A message to all my readers When I first began writing down my stories in this quiet space, it was nothing more than an open diary. A place to put memories that needed somewhere to rest, reflections gathered over a lifetime, and thoughts that felt too personal—or perhaps simply too ordinary—to share in conversation. Conventional wisdom often suggests that personal musings rarely accomplish much on the wider internet. There are no frameworks here, no quick advice, and no polished agendas. Just the raw textures of life as I have experienced it: the sudden turns, the quiet routines, the moments of doubt, and the steady work of beginning again. Recently, as a small corner quietly crossed 30,000 reads, I paused to look more closely at the numbers. What moved me was not just the milestone itself, but where those visits were coming from. While some readers join from home here in India, so many of you are reading from entirely different corners of the earth—from Singapore across the seas ...
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.
Great 😊👍
ReplyDeleteBeautiful put in a subtle and classy apt manner…. There are NO free lunches!
DeleteAlso life comes back in full circle- No doubts
Certainly the clock shows same time twice a day
ReplyDeleteI will steal your words TIME MACHINE. Life is really a circle and again it brings back. 👍
ReplyDeleteWhat we give, comes back to us, that is life . Nicely said
ReplyDeleteचेहरे पर मुस्कान तैर गई जब देर रात अकेले बैठ कर इस ब्लॉग को पढ़ा। सारी यादें एक मूवी की तरह दिल दिमाग मे घूम उठी। क्या शानदार दिन थे वो। धन्यवाद अच्छी यादें याद कराने के लिऐ।
ReplyDeleteWah... Those beautiful days!! Kash...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing
ReplyDeleteWell quoted….Life is a full circle ❤️
ReplyDeleteQuite interesting.Agree with your view
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