Silence of Grave & Peppy Teen (Part-7)

 Continued from Part. 6

Coming back to the city the boy continued with his education, but most of the time his heart and mind was lost in observing the happenings around him and finding a lesson out of those incidents. 

Months passed by and it was time for winter vacations. Winter had lots of golden memories in his mind. He had seen so many snowfalls with his grandfather listening to many exciting stories about the snow and life during snow season in the high altitude of Himalayan villages. The boy had all the memories fresh in his mind like blow of frosting winds, piles of snow, covered trees, disappearing of neighbouring mountains, changing of the horizons during winters, dropping and sagging of trees with snow, foggy nights etc.

That winter he had decided to celebrate the whole season differently. He moved his grandfather with him to the city. 

It was not that the Big Father had come to this city for the first time. It was during his days of struggle he visited this city many times regarding his business. But after so many years it was entirely a different city. The markets, roads, traffic, landscape etc everything was changed. The young boy holding the hand of his grandfather  took him to different  places, parks and provided him different delicacies to eat. It looked like he was trying to repay all the love and enjoyment back to his grandfather.

But the fact of life is that all the enjoyment, all the good tastes and all the excitements lies in the strength and energy of a person. When we grow old and loose all the strength, everything looses its meaning, great foods become tasteless and the entire beauty of world looks charmless and dull.

Inspite of all his efforts the young boy couldn’t amuse his old grandfather. A huge gap between their relationship was clearly visible. Similarities in tastes, feelings, ideas, emotions, liking, disliking etc which both had enjoyed in past were gone away now. One face had the stony silence of grave and other peppy teen. It was an impossible attempt to meet two extreme poles on the path of  life. Every stage leads to separation in  one way or other. Every moment passed will never come again. Life snatches everything from us slowly like the sand spills out from our hands and water dries on our palms.

Not interested in any amusement and fun of city the Big Father wished to go back to his village so that after his death, he could be cremated besides his beloved wife. He was afraid, if he got cremated in city he can’t meet his wife, old friends,  mountains of Himalaya and his village in next life. 

It is the story of times, when Love was true, Hearts were transparent, Emotions were pure, and Feelings were real.

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