TOWARDS JOURNEYS END!

My train was heading for Tumsar Station. The prospect of seeing my daughter and her husband at Nagpur Station were becoming brighter. I was traveling to my sons place which was some kilometers away from Nagpur. I was traveling alone as my beloved wife had left me forever.
Unwanted opinions
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The saddened faces of motherless children had made me stand erect once again. Even after retirement from Govt. service I kept myself busy in a private firm. After long hours of tedious work I would yearn to relax with my “Bachalog”.
Time heals all wounds. But one after the other all my children got married . I feel proud, I fell great!.. But.. .. .. this greatness soon died down when I feel like been left alone….dropped like a ripe mango! My opinions are no longer wanted. They seem to grudge at my every move.
Books are your best friends. .A deep dig into my hobby ‘Astrology’ is where I seek my solace I no more need to earn till my last breath; do i? All are busy except me, a whale of difference it has made. Why don’t they encircle me and talk to me laugh with me as before?
Sometimes I feel lost . Its not a mirage.. It is the oasis of this deserted life..I run for him He is my grandchild. I love him more than my life. He has all the time for me. All the love for me all the attention for me. How odd no generation gap!
There is love and love alone prevails between us. He plays with me for hours, eats with me sleeps with me. I love to take him on long rides. But my frail body has limitations. I live in the past. Past was beautiful with someone to care mend, darn my clothes .Someone to cook my favorite dishes.
All these years I have been toiling only for them. But the children have changed their approach towards me . Why? Is it my fault that I am aging? A sudden jolt brings me back to life. The busy vendors and coolies all made a terrible noise and crowd. My eyes searched for the two. Ah! There she was all smiles to greet me. Dad! She screamed with joy,spotting me at the window.
Sandwitched
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We talked while she served me hot coffee and stuffed sandwitches . Yes it was ages I had tasted such ‘ delicious stuff ’ Then – She gave a long sad look as the train whistled – bidding Goodbye Tears rolled down her cheeks. I promised to meet them soon . Adjusted my hat ,the train gathered momentum. How sweet are my children . My throat choked . The ultimate station of my journey was fast nearing.
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(The above article was written by me(prajakta) when my father had expired . It was published in The Hitavada!)