The music was slowly fading away. It was pitch dark. She lit up two candles, one on the center table and the other next to the vase kept at the front entrance. Heavy rains clattered along the roofs. Little Snoopy was lying on the carpet just so close to the candle where his furry body would absorb the warmth. She sat on the main couch with looks as intense as ever and picked up the phone to inquire with the local electrician when the currents would be back.
Can the poor folks repair the broken electric poles in the heavy rains during the night? They said, the work can’t be done until the next morning and she understands. Her humbleness had always been on her forehead. She remained seated, concentrating on the sound of rains while the sudden thunders gave her a fright as if they would take her away. Her face still had no variation. Snoopy walked towards her and gently cuddled by her feet. She slightly patted Snoopy’s head with her wrinkled hands while her eyes still concentrating on nothing that is visible.
Twenty-two years back.
She set the breakfast table. She packed the children’s lunch box and ironed her husbands clothes. She then arranged the scattered news papers, followed by dusting, sweeping, washing clothes and the routine house keeping activities.
Her life was filled with liveliness. She would not have a minute to rest in a day. The daily hoopla was a part of her life.
It was the time when she needed no human to be by her side. She had it strong within her heart, that she can live on her own at no matter what age. She is confidently being the center figure for the family, being strong, faithful, loving and proud.
Now, her two children have completed their education and settled in the United Kingdom, having a well-paid and a reputed job. Practically, do you think she has something to worry about? No financial crisis, no family issues, neighbors all close and helpful, a luxurious set up in the house.
She would have had a huge family couple of years back and now all are living in isolation. There was a time in the past when there were elders, spouse and children adding colors to her family. Now, the five has turned one.
Though every day was no different than the new day once upon a time, life does not play a monotonous game forever. Everything comes to a halt. There is no defined infinity.
Its like you have hit the rock bottom hard when your very own are not living with you, beside you. Its not the money you want or the distant neighbors or the luxuries. Its the ones you share your blood relation with. The memories of the golden times spent years ago does pierce through the heart.
This is exactly what is happening with many of us, our parents. Yes, life changes and everything else takes a priority than the family. But ultimately where are we heading to? Is the family oriented culture coming to an end? Do you think our next generation will have the same relation with their grand parents as we had with ours?
Or are we all going to be ultimately left in solitude with just the feelings “I wish they were here”.