Life's journey

If life is a journey on the river, death is the bank where you will reach ultimately. Most of us are alone in this journey .

There can be two kinds of loneliness .One material and one mental. With Baba’s departure I am experiencing both kinds .I think the loss is growing on me as days pass by. I flirt with the idea of lasting friendship with little known people .I know they mean nothing to me and I to them. We talk , smile, connect ,make and break promises .We think this can make our life’s journey a tad happier. We come back to our nest and emptiness waits with open arms to welcome us back. My colleague finds warmth in her pets. She says “you cannot imagine the kind of welcome you receive when you come back home”. I do not share that kind of love for animals .I do not want to be greeted by animals when I come back home.

Perhaps for us peace lies only at the end of life’s journey. Till then we continue being all smiles in public, all tears in our private moments ; continue living a life of pretty words, false promises , heroic efforts , feigned enthusiasm ,occasional happiness and endless routine.