I often had a question about life which has made me confused. Maybe life is a journey where change is the only eternal? People change, priorities change, seasons change and even our surroundings change, but the one thing that will never change is family. In this drama of life I tend to forget my family and where I come from, even though these are the reasons why I am living. My family lives in a small village. Due to my studies I have had to live in a town and hence I seldom visit my family. During these small visits I used to notice the sameness of my parents routine over the years. My father has been a serviceman for more than 20 years and my mother was a housewife before she started working as a school teacher. Things have not changed much over the years other then their physical aging. I remember mother and I going to the school together often taking the same route not it's just that I am on different route of life sometimes I think she still wants to leave me to school before going to work.But I notice my parents growing older, I can see the wrinkles on my mother’s face and the grey hairs that have sprung up in the course of time. As I notice these things it makes me nostalgic. With each homecoming they have grown older, with one more white hair, one more wrinkle, one more step towards the old age. And this makes me realize that life is moving towards nothingness which makes me feel the suffering that lie inside
This is Saurav Bhattacharyya from somewhere between Kolkata and Purabsthali.
This is Saurav Bhattacharyya from somewhere between Kolkata and Purabsthali.