Childhood-Part 6.

September 24, 2020

Continued from Part-5

It was when time had just started giving few beautiful years to the Big Father and he lived his life at its best. Wheel of time turned and his beloved grandson left for the city. Big Father was again in tears and hopeless. His eyes were wet again. Suddenly he felt that his old age might not give him more opportunities to play with his grandson. He had perhaps forgotten the lesson that time takes away everything it gave to us leaving us helpless

Condition of his home was also not like before. Every one was busy in their own affairs at different places. His big house was almost empty. The rooms which once echoed with the whoops of delight were quiet. It was like an abandoned nest the birds of which had flown away.

On the other side his grandson in the city was also upset, missing his family, friends and entire village.Every moment he dealt with his beautiful past memories. In love for his village he would either made paintings of his village or wrote stories about his village etc. His love for his village could be seen in an incident where he could not throw away the bus tickets which his father had bought for travelling to city, only because the tickets had the name of his village. He preserved those tickets till long as a token of time which had changed his life completely. With the passage of time more and more meanings got associated with those tickets and that became a memorial of his golden past.

It is the story of the time when there was no telephone , mobile phone or internet in the far off Himalayan villages.The boy had no means of communication to remain connected with his family and friends. Only one mean was posting a letter but that would take 7-10 days to reach his family that too depending upon the weather conditions, if there was rain or snow season the letters would take months to get delivered.

Weeks and Months passed by and it was time for summer vacations and the boy impatiently rushed to his village. He could remember the similar impatience he felt while coming back from his school in the town. Today he again had all the similar fantasies and plans in his mind. He would take his grandfather to roam around the village, go to woods, enjoy swimming etc.

On reaching the village what he found was beyond his imaginations. His strong grandfather who trekked through the mountains of Himalaya with his goods had gone weak, silent and old. He was almost unable to walk well without a stick. His village friends were busy in their lives. His favourite lamb and dog was also not present. It was entirely a different picture which was hard to believe for him.

Accepting the decree of time, the boy spend all his holidays sitting at one place with his grandfather and amusing him by telling him back his own tales of Himalayas. Big Father also enjoyed his ever favourite company of his grandson and felt alive once again.

After few days vacations got over and the boy left his grandfather with heavy heart.What he concluded was “ we start our life like a kid and end it like a kid, both stages unable to stand and walk”.

(Time teaches everyone of us some lesson sooner or later, how this boy uses this lesson will be interesting ahead)

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