I see the passage of time and a moment of moments lived and appreciated in hindsight!
I am not a child anymore. The boy became a man and a shadow of himself. I now understand my beloved grandmother (Maa): This is a world of endings! Everything in it perishes except the Face of God!
The song by Jagjit Singh, Who Kagaz Ki Kashti, captures the nostalgia Audio: 01 Woh Kagaz Ki Kashti. English translation follows:
Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
She, who, lived here as old as the road
She, whose wrinkles of years so many
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
We’d marry our dolls and fight over it
And those little trinkets of copper and bark
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
To drag our feet over smooth high dunes
A castle here, a hillock there
In a world of joy, relations none did prune
Wasn’t it beautiful, that life of ours?