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There are moments in life when freedom can come to you in one spurt, leaving you free of all doubts, apprehensions, cynicism and misgivings, even if for a split second. Enjoy that moment in time! Happy Independence Day!
Enjoy Morning Meanderings with a hot cup of tea or coffee and some cookies to munch on the food for thought. 😊 ☕️
I stood at the threshold of my flat, gripped by a dilemma, gazing at the loafing, insane clouds, chasing each other, threatening to drench the earthlings about to launch themselves into the maelstrom of another cloudy day. Eyes riveted on the skies, they wondered whether it would rain immediately, or whether it would take some time. Should they take their umbrellas along? Carry their raincoats on their walk? Abandon the idea of a walk and celebrate freedom at home?
A man ventured out warily, lips firmly pressed together, brows furrowed in concentration, eyes fastened upon the darkling horizon. Rolling thunder crashes across the sky, and the wind suddenly goes on a rampage. No point going for a walk today, I decided, coming back into the safety of the house and sitting on the settee in my room, eyes on the road in front.
From the window, I saw a tiny, ill-clad boy following his mother, a woman who, I have often seen working at the construction site and also washing utensils in a couple of houses in the neighborhood. He looked sleepy and sad, and my heart went out to him.
No longer able to sit comfortably on the settee, I raced out to give him a hug, but he appeared in no mood to be hugged, so I restrained my itching arms, watching him following his mother into the neighbour’s house.
Morning Meanderings by Dr Santosh Bakaya
I noticed a couple of men, who had ventured out, defying the bad weather and one of them had his eyes hooked on his cell phone, a smile playing on his lips.
“Listen to this, Guptaji,” he said to the bulky man walking next to him.
“What?” Guptaji almost snapped, an embodiment of grumpiness.
“Only 72 years after independence, real independence has dawned this year.” He said, the smile becoming broader.
“How?” Guptaji yawned a huge yawn. Free. Symbolic of unshackled freedom. “Because Independence Day and Raakhi fall on the same day today and all wives will go to their parents’ house for Raakhi, and the relieved husbands will celebrate freedom.” He chuckled an untethered chuckle.
The tiny tot was possessively holding on to some balloons
Guptaji’s yawn now miraculously morphed into a guffaw, which fell into the ears of the child who had just come out of the neighbour’s house, possessively holding on to some balloons. Hearing their guffaws, he also lost his scowls, and smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen on the face of so small a child. Enthused by his smile, I looked expectantly in his direction; he was still smiling. Losing not a second, I walked up to him and scooped him in my arms, hugging him tightly. The little boy was one big smile now, and in one burst of generosity, he chose the fattest balloon from his bloated booty, and handed it to me. I gaped at the tiny tot, kissing him on the cheeks.
The rain had come and gone, the sun was winking from behind some resiliently dark clouds, and there was a rainbow in the sky. Freedom had come to me in one spurt. The tiny tot’s spontaneous gesture of parting with his precious wealth had freed me, at least temporarily from all doubts, apprehensions, cynicism and misgivings that had been plaguing me, of late.
A tiny sparrow took an ascending flight from the rain splattered ground to the nearby tree and I gasped as I saw the sun bursting forth from behind the clouds with a winning smile. Its golden eyes held a promise.
Holding the promise and the balloon close to my heart, I headed home. Tomorrow was another day.
Watch this space for more Morning Meanderings every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.😊
Click to read all Morning Meanderings here.
Dr Santosh Bakaya is the author of three mystery novels for young adults, and a book of essays titled Flights From My Terrace, which was recently published as an e-book on Smashwords. Her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad Of Bapu has been published by Vitasta Publishers, Delhi, India in May 2015 and has been receiving rave reviews from everywhere. Although a Political theorist, with a doctorate in political theory, it is literature which has been her first love. She was awarded the Reuel international award for language and literature 2014 for her long poem Oh Hark!, which forms part of the Significant Anthology. Many of her poems have figured in the highly commended category in Destiny Poets, a UK based website and many are part of international anthologies. Right now, she is giving the final touches to her satirical novel, tentatively titled Sanakpur Shenanigans.
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Today’s Motivation
A part of us is aging, the body; however another part is still young, the mind. Learning wonderful new things is an ongoing and a never ending process. The satisfaction that comes along with lifelong learning is immense.
Love the idea of freedom of the elderly gentlemen in the narrative. You writing almost feels like taking a stroll, like we are a part of all that goes on around in your writing. The note if optimism and hope is never missed, a delightful read as always.