Cheeku,
Christmas carols are in the air. I have taken a spot of cognac to beat the cold. So much has happened in the last one month. Tubby got married and we have his vivacious bride Archana brightening up our home. The wedding spread over three cities and over ten days was a big roller coaster of fun and celebration in which everyone, relatives from near and far and close friends, pitched in and made every moment so memorable. Callie is married too, her remarkably syncretic church and phera weddings adding colour to already a rainbow coloured wedding season. Now is the time to sit back, sip cognac and reminisce.
Everything is everything but you’re missing. In every little moment there is a fullness of happiness and togetherness, and that empty chair…in every turn of sound, the twinkle of lights that one missing note, one missing radiance…”everyday I miss you” that tug at my heart, That hope of a miracle happening, that look of longing towards the door…may be it would open and you would peep in with that mischievous gleam in your eyes…
When does the longing cease, when does the hope die…when does one begin to believe that there is no redemption that the life must be and always be swinging between joy and longing?
There is no fire in the fireplace. The candle is burning low. It is late and soon the house will be shrouded in darkness. Everyone will sleep, I will lie down. I too would drift into sleep. Perhaps you will come in my dream and talk to me.
This body
grown fragile, floating,
a reed cut from its roots . . .
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I’d go, I think.
Ono no Komachi
I would. In the belief that the stream would take me towards you…
Love
Dad