Having always dreamt of leading a Single life I got a flavour of it on a dark rainy evening...
I was doing my internship for two months in Bangalore and staying with my friend in a Women's hostel. She could'nt stand the weather(which was damn cold) and left for Chennai that morning. I returned from office in the evening to find our hostel drenched in darkness. Power cut..Went straight to my room, bolted the door and lay on the bed staring at the black envelope surrounding me, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on the railing outside. I had no charge in my mobile or my laptop. My total dependence on technologies about which I keep mocking all the time came crashing upon me. The hostel warden informed us there won't be power till the next day afternoon. All my connections to my world, to all those people to whom Icould relate to was severed. Musing upon all this I lay there wanting.. Hoping and wishing...
For a "Hi de" from one of my friends..
For A loving "Ennada panra"(wat r u doing) from my mom..
For the constant "enna sapta?"(wat did u eat) from my dad..
For the most sweetest "Atthai.. Atthai" from my dear niece..
For the sound of laughter as my roomie tickles me..
For the sound of some incoming call on my mobile..
As I lay there another image came creeping into my mind.. The image of the caretaker in Good life centre for children announcing to me.. " Inga parunga ma.. Ivarudhan Prashanth.. Ivara 1st std la poturukom..Prashanth idhu Bhavani akka.. Ivangaluku Hi sollu..( See here.. This is Prashanth.. We have put him in 1st std ) Prashanth was very shy.. He just shook my hand and ran away.. Prashanth had lost his father as soon as he was born and he was here because his mother was now terminaaly ill with cancer.. His grandmother had no means to look after him and hence had left him here, the caretaker explained to me. He came here two days before, I was told. As I was leaving the centre that day I came across Prashanth again. He was sitting in the bottom most stair sitting with his head in his hands. The significance of that image struck me hard now... the long drawn look in his eyes.. the forlorn face hoping for words that might never come.. Surrounded by many yet in a world of his own.. I know for me the silence is going to last only for the weekend.. But wat about him.. where is the hope there?
Hope maybe lost but it can certainly be found. We spend a lot of time with our friends hanging about mindlessly, looking for entertainment and fun in places where our heart does not lie. Its not that we should'nt hang out with our friends at all but we can spend atleast half of our time in such a place too where we can laugh and make others laugh too :) Providing just monetary help might satisfy our prickly soul but spending time with the children will give both of us happiness and enhance us with a sense of pride that these are the tots that are going to be the future hope. That satisfaction is too hard to obtain otherwise
I just emptied my cup of loneliness with these thoughts :) :)