Random Rumbles
There are
times when one suffers from an “empty nest” syndrome. A stage comes in an
average person’s life, when children leave home either for higher studies or to
settle down in their own lives. There is a feeling of emptiness and one gets
sucked into a vacuum wondering how to fill in the empty moments. There are
people who concentrate on new activities. I know of a friend who started
learning the piano at the age of fifty-five. That the instructor went missing
after the third lesson is another story. Another acquaintance took to painting
and gave up after creating dozens of abstracts that his wife refused to hang on
the walls of her neatly decorated house.
I never had
any particular skill that I could be proud of. I am very fond of
music and was blessed with a very hoarse voice and no sense of rhythm. I was
never good at sports, debating, dramatics etc., where people usually excel in
their high school days.
I am not
good at intelligent conversations either to entertain friends and people at
social gatherings. But I am a good observer though in general people are not interested
in my observations. They only option left to me was to jot down whatever wild
thoughts flood my mind and read and admire them at leisure. No one can prevent
me from admiring my own writing.
So, here I am
beginning a new chapter of my life, My Random Rumbles.
