About 3 months back me and my wife were infected by Chikungunea. We were not able to move due to very painful swollen joints. We were not able to move out of our home even to get a glass of milk. Our dear daughter leaving her two little kids drove more than one hour every alternate day to cook us food and help us to procure the necessities. The courage in my mind melted down. I suddenly knew that I simply cannot afford to live far, far away from my only daughter and only grand daughters. Coincidentally my son and family became American citizens . So I decided to lease out my humble house for rent and move to a rented house near to my daughter’s. This decision was heart wrenching for me, for I loved Ramya(the house that I built) as much as I loved my children. One of my dreams was to die one day peacefully in the lap of my Ramya. I struggled . But there seemed to be no option. Then I remembered what I preach to everybody. We are too small people to question the decision of God. Suppose he wants me to move away from my Ramya, who am I to question it. So with bleeding heart and tearful eyes , I moved to a new rented house. Many of you may not know that among all the names for e-mail Id I chose, the name of Ramya as mine.
Inspite of all that I have settled down in the new home. I am finding it as comfortable as my Ramya. But I do not love the new house. Ramya was my home but the new house is a place that I live in.
Thoughts of a 79 year old retired Indian scientist , who is an astrologer, a translator of prayers and poems and a story teller to children.
