This goes for my twenty-year old nephew Aditya (meaning the sun), who is going for his management studies, after finishing his graduation in mathematics.
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was it only yesterday I held you in my arms? a wee thing, crumpled face and wrinkled skinall skin and bones, nothing elsethat did not deter me from falling in love with youyou dad asked me to name you. boy, was I thrilled?with whole lot of extended family adoring youyou somehow always turned to meshowing me your first piece of artyou writing skillsalong with tears and scrapped knees.indulgent I was towards youstill you sensed I could be firm too.time, does it not fly past rather very fast?now, you have graduated from collegeventuring out for management studies;no longer that wee child holding our hands.what do I say, apart from this:"be as extravagant as you can be, with words;the only weapon you need for today's world"
Corridor
Linger
Subtle
Why have I started thinking of it again?
I thought I had left all that behind.
Why has it come back?
Subconsciously I fear it.
Yet I am fascinated by it.
It feels so familiar.
Like my best friend.
Who knows me the way I do not even know myself.
I thought I was well past that illogical thought.
Seems not.
Will I get over it again?
Will I push it aside?
Into that unseen corridor of my psyche?
Where it will linger for some time to come.
Give in to it?
With a vengeance yet subtle?
I watch it with enthralling revulsion.
Where the mind covets and yet repels.
Why do I fight?
Why don’t I give in?
So easy to do that.
What holds me back?
Isn’t it better to finish with that than face it again and again?
May be it is I.
It must be that.
I cannot take the painless way out.
I have to traverse the most difficult of path.
Where there is stimulation, adventure and challenge.
Please retreat.
Do not come back.
I will not embrace you now.
Come later when it is inevitable.
For now, I have to live.
Let me wake up...
Until inevitability, goodbye death..
