Journey of my life
The Journey of Life: A Reflection
As I approach my 74th year, life’s vast landscape unfolds before me, painted with the memories of people who shaped my existence. My heart revisits the corridors of time, where I walked with love, laughter, and the unbreakable bonds of companionship. My parents, whose gentle hands guided my first steps. My grandparents, whose stories whispered the wisdom of the ages. My uncles and aunties, who filled my childhood with warmth and mirth. My school and college friends, whose youthful dreams echoed alongside mine. My colleagues, who stood beside me through the tides of work and ambition. My wife, my anchor, my partner in life’s dance. My daughter, my pride, my legacy of love.
Each moment spent with them feels like a melody etched in time, played by the unseen strings of memory. But time, relentless and unwavering, moves forward. With every passing day, I read the obituary notices of those I once worked with, those I once greeted with a smile. And in their silent departure, I see my own mortality reflected.
Whenever I renew a fixed deposit, I wonder—will I be here when it matures? Will I see another spring, another monsoon, another winter? The thought is neither frightening nor saddening, but a reminder of life’s impermanence. A truth that humbles me.
And so, in the quiet of the night, I turn to music—those golden melodies in Hindi, Malayalam, Tamil, Kannada. Songs that have lived as long as I have, carrying the same emotions I have felt—love, longing, joy, and nostalgia. In those moments, I am neither old nor young; I am simply alive, floating in a sea of memories, immersed in the echoes of the past.
Life has been kind, and it has been challenging. But through it all, I have loved, I have been loved, and I have lived. When my time comes, I shall return to the earth, to the soil, to the cosmos. But until then, I shall cherish every note, every memory, every moment.
For life, after all, is but a beautiful melody—one that lingers, even after the song is over.