Originally posted by: shilpita87
Kolkata may be home for the rest of my family but in my mind its still a holiday retreat. So when i moved back to Kolkata and took a job here, I knew I would hate it. I don't really take much interest in my surrounding here as everything seems stagnant to me. But there are somethings that you cannot help but notice.
There is a small bench on the road opposite my house. It is the place where all the neighborhood's uncles gather for gossip of cricket and politics in the night. But for the whole day there was this Old man who used to sit there, looking at the road. His one leg was shorter than the other . He was pushing seventy. Face withered with time, Hair whitened by days and eyes blurred with all the things they have seen. He used to watch people going. Like a silent tree or road he witnessed the time just pass by him. He had no one back home waiting for him. He never married and lived with his two brothers who were as old as him and just as lonely. Sometimes they all used to sit and wait for a familiar face to pass by so that they can slip them some money to get them their food or medicine.This old man was the most frequent visitor of The Bench. and many times some delivery guy or postman would stop by and ask for directions. He used to detail every house in every street to give the directions to them. prolonging the time of the conversation, a simple need for human interaction.It made me wonder , what are we running after! What is this 'Commitment Phobia' that our generation sprouts about? How long are our parents going to be with us? Our siblings? what does a open relationship mean? what is the cost of it? That man probably had many reasons for his lonely single life. Maybe a love lost, some responsibilities to complete. But what of us. What reason will we have?I agree one's spouse might leave the world before the other but sill its better to have loved and lost than never to love ever.This old man died on the Dwritiya of this NavRaatri (7Oct2013). The last face he saw was that of his nurse asking him to drink some water from the spoon she held to him. And I was thinking I don't want to go like that. I don't want to leave this world like that without a beloved face before I close my eyes.