Wednesday, November 7, 2007
DUSK MAY CLOUD THE COLOR OF MY EYE, BUT MY HEART STILL FEELS THE BLOOM..
Through the curls of morning mist and the perfume of fresh air, morning walks take you to a different world. It’s a world of meditation, freshness and a new beginning. Add to this, our laughter champions. Not on ‘STAR ONE’ but in a nearby joggers’ park. They laugh their heart out, perform certain movements that might put you in a fit of giggles, but they hardly care. They are lost in their own world. With the sun’s glare adding a shine to the grey hair of our group’s laughter oldies, they create a galaxy of togetherness leaving all the youngsters in puzzling expressions of disbelief.
My morning walks allow me to peek-a-boo into the silence of the old age, spilled over a few moments of little laughter in the form of a small get-together by its proud owners; people above sixty, which seem truly inspired by the ‘second innings’ of Lage Raho Munnbhai.
All members of the group, without fail, attend that small session of laughing out loud, chanting out the Gayatri Mantra and then – share their grievances, happy moments (though quite a few), and the blues of the shades of grey.
Just watching their teeth-less laughter, their togetherness and above all, their spirit and enthusiasm towards life teach us many things…and the most important one says –
The desert wind may blow but the page of life has not turned over yet..