Well, well, well?.here I am, after some time. But as you know that whenever I write to you then I prefer absolute peace of mind. This peace was eluding me from some time because, as you know, this human existence deprives you of this pleasure. Lot has changed, a sea change would also be an inappropriate term to describe the changes in my life.
First of all a fairy came to my house on 21st December 2007 and I named her ?PARI? (nickname). She is the most beautiful creation I?ve ever seen in my life. Tina is also perfectly well and just getting out of baby blues. I know you must be ecstatic on becoming uncle yourself. This again worries me that whether I would be able to take good care of her here in Delhi. I wish you come here on your spacecraft and take us all to a place where there are no worries and a good golf course. Sometimes I start to wonder that whether the creator of this world, the almighty, had ever intended his creation to be like this as is today.
As you already know the year 2008 has ushered in a lot new challenges for me to face. My family, my career, myself?I have to take care of everything. I have joined a new office & I am just hoping that this is a very fruitful exercise for me. I am enveloped in this bonded labor as you used to say. I wish I keep performing my duties well in the office and I keep getting some of my own work and meet the expectations.
As for me, I really miss the times, the hay days when we were at the peak. So much have changed. London seems to be ages ago, but like all the beautiful things & you the memory of the beauty remains. Someone has rightly said that ?memory of the past bliss is the agony of today?. The only question is that for how long do we have to live with this agony inside us. I am glad that I have the privilege of going back to Jaipur every now & then. Then I have the rest of company like Gaurav, Deepesh, Soumya, your family also close to me.
Just ask God that all your loved ones live satisfying lives and that we all can be united again. There is a beautiful song by Simon & Garfunkel which I wish was applicable to us. But never mind we will find some way as we always used to.
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
Love always, my dear Brother.