After a long bit of time I would be sharing something personal from my nest.
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My husband is a son of a man: an octogenarian, a voracious reader, a man of measured words, a genius some say. He can now partially see things around thus can no longer enjoy reading English texts but manages to read Bangla( Bengali) and loves to move around with the agility of an eight year old kid. I have always seen him as a humble, sensitive being and above all a wonderful husband and a doting father. There have been times I have heard him talk of his days with immense fondness picking each words very very carefully and thanking more than required to for the days he has survived fighting, moving and taking walks in the journey of life. He is just like any average grandpa you might come across while you are out on a stroll. Observing, calculating steps and gently whispering to himself. He loves to go for his regular walks and that he hasn't missed in all the years he has been around, taking a walk on planet earth. Even if the clouds warn of an impending thunderous downpour he’d be adamant on taking his usual walk. This morning he did not go for his regular walks and wasn't showing any sign of desperation. He wasn't in the mood to take the road. Naturally his wife and sister- in- law got little inquisitive because yesterday he reached home carrying a broken umbrella (he is compelled to walk around with) and offered no explanations.On being coaxed for a long period of time, he came out with a confession: he was hit by a fast moving vehicle and thus he isn't considering taking a walk today. He wrapped up the conversation at that.
As a conscious human being too many thoughts crowd my mind. Some would say why let him out, some would ask why not keep the aged people with us (since we are working and living elsewhere)? Too many such questions will pop up. But I have few things to share here: we all will grow old, we would be medically advised to keep ourselves as active as possible and should not let age shell us in. My father- in- law is old. He is feeble. But he has all the right to walk around anywhere he wishes to till the time he can. Can we not have some patience while driving around and letting the aged people live the way they want to unharmed without spurting curses like “why the hell are you out etc”? Do we after a certain period of time come to think of quitting lives ones we retire from our respective careers? This incident has disturbed me and I am sure most of us with our aging parents and aged grand-parents go through similar incidences and they do leave us all disturbed& harrowed.
As a conscious human being too many thoughts crowd my mind. Some would say why let him out, some would ask why not keep the aged people with us (since we are working and living elsewhere)? Too many such questions will pop up. But I have few things to share here: we all will grow old, we would be medically advised to keep ourselves as active as possible and should not let age shell us in. My father- in- law is old. He is feeble. But he has all the right to walk around anywhere he wishes to till the time he can. Can we not have some patience while driving around and letting the aged people live the way they want to unharmed without spurting curses like “why the hell are you out etc”? Do we after a certain period of time come to think of quitting lives ones we retire from our respective careers? This incident has disturbed me and I am sure most of us with our aging parents and aged grand-parents go through similar incidences and they do leave us all disturbed& harrowed.
Sometimes I feel it is just not about age, it all about display of patience, respect for life.
A patient driving can let someone live a life God wants him/her to live… Can we not be human without being told to be one????
A patient driving can let someone live a life God wants him/her to live… Can we not be human without being told to be one????
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