Those flights of steps, seems like cards arranged one after the other appears to be bit blurred in early morning. The steps were laid with autumn leaves fallen, unnoticed…unseen. The faded leaves fallen in those steps brings a feel of childhood memories. Won’t they? Yes, every single leaf has its own memories, which never fade from their life and it’s… Childhood!
A cute little one-year-old kid stepped down on top of the leaf… with an innocent, sweet smile on his face. His little finger was tightly gripped by his dad’s hand. They were walking down the steps sedately, cautiously. His eyes were as excited as he was learning to walk down the steps first time in his life. As he completes one step down, he slowly looked at his dad’s face curiously, a bit scared…… Yes, he has to make his move next step down, with that fear in his eyes, though he is excited. His dad smiled at him, and tightens the grip on his little finger. He slowly looked down and moved his next step, so cautiously and gently. As soon as he landed down the next step, his eyes filled with innocent joyfulness. It was like ‘I did it’ feel for him. Once again he looked at his dad’s face; his smile was still there... It was the first lesson in kid’s life about love, comfort, confidence, assurance and safety.
They moved each steps forward and walked away...
A gentle breeze with care and love, many more lessons in his life. Taught him how to see the life, how beautiful is it? How to grow up as a human being… how to gain success and many more…
Everything... everything he learnt from his dad and mom.
Those flights of steps, seems like cards arranged one after the other. The faded leaves fallen in those steps brings a feel of memories, but those were… painful!
They were walking down the steps… dad’s hand is tightly gripped with a solid and stiffen walking stick in place of those cute little fingers. He was trying to walk down the steps with that tough walking stick. But it was not easy as he walked long years ago.
As he was slowly steeping each step down, his son went far ahead from him. He was walking away where his dad was trying hard to put his next step down.
They shall grow not old, an adorable relief with care… hold their hands together, take them for a walk…show them forgiving flowers, feel them lenient love, make them listen to melodious music, whisper their ears, Thank you for my life…. I care for you and will be with you forever in your life!
‘Old age Homes’ The palace of kindness... But say, Never Ever!
“I'm eighty-three and homeless. It was the same when World War II ended. The Army kept me on because I could type, so I was typing other people's discharges and stuff. And my feeling was “Please, I've done everything I was supposed to do. Can I go home now?” That what I feel right now. I've written books. Lots of them. Please, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. Can I go home now? I've wondered where home is. It's when I was in Indianapolis when I was nine years old. Had a dog, a cat, a brother, a sister.”
KURT VONNEGUT, JR., Rolling Stone, Aug. 24, 2006
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