This morning my daughter read out to me an email
sent by a close relative to the staff of the very successful, well known and
reputed Institution he built over a decade and a half. It was to share the news
of his stepping down to tend to his wife
suffering from a serious ailment that requires them to move to the USA for a
year for medical treatment.
I could write paragraphs of this relative, his
maturity and his graciousness. That is not my purpose today. I am hunched over
a laptop, sitting in a balcony of a fourth floor apartment in one of Gurgaons better
known gated communities. There is a still a nip in the air, as a delayed winter
makes its parting calls. All is silent and a deep comfort envelopes me.
I am aware we are each a very personal, very
unique being and can never , ever feel the pain and emotions of another,
however , much we may believe the stories and movies encountered in our lives.
What to me may be a supreme sacrifice, to my close relative is a no brainer
decision.. What to me is the tension of a years stay in a foreign land and the
enormity of the expense involved, to my relative is an act that requires no
review. What to me is the uncertainty of the future post the return to India, is something that is not even
in my relatives mind.
I can only from my cosy comfort zone pray to the Almighty for
their welfare. I also recollect the truth of this dialogue from a Hollywood
movie..
Love is not a place
where we come and go as we please ,it’s a home we enter in and commit never to
leave .So lock the door behind you , throw the keys work it out together and
let it bring you to your knees.
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