We were all ready to shift house. This was going to be the nth time I think considering the kind of job my husband has. Well! We were going to make another place ‘home. ‘Period. Like every other time. We were going to leave a house that had wrapped us in its warmth and we were going to step into the arms of another. How good that would be for us in the long run we knew not. Of course, it was something we were looking forward to due to a host of reasons – son’s school, mobility, the freedom from some nocturnal creatures, etc. Whatever the reasons we were going to gather our belongings, yes, take those lovely photographs from the walls, bring down the memories frozen in the time capsules of frames, shelves, and what not. It was not going to be easy. Transportation, loading and all the rest of the things associated with shifting pen and paper, clothes and food, furnishing and all was not going to be an easy job, this we knew.
Suddenly, when the rooms of the house we had stayed in for months were laid bare, devoid of any furniture or other accessories that either decorate or clutter up a house we were shocked to know that our neighbor, a friend from our days at Palakkad was no more. He lived just a few blocks away from our house here and we used to meet him every now and then, promising to have a get together soon, very soon. But, destiny it seems had other plans. Just before we got ready to leave for the new house we saw a good friend leave for another abode. Here we were going to step into our car to move and there we saw people step into his house to see him for one last time. How much more ironical can get life get?
We all get to leave for our homes – from work, from malls, from hotels, from cinema halls. We know that after the exhaustion of the day, it is the warmth of the four walls of our home, our room that will give us comfort and help us recharge our batteries for the next day. But what about those who leave for the final home? Are their batteries being charged at a faster pace up there? Did the exhaustion of the mortal form seem too much to bear for them? Or, was it that the Higher Power up there had decided that they had had enough of the mortal world, with goals completed, duties carried out? But what about those incomplete dreams, those little desires lying haywire? What about that little urge to live for a little longer?
Our friend was simple, a happy go lucky kind of person, not demanding much from life. In fact, some relatives of his had come to his place just the other day as his mother was very ill. It turned out that they had come to attend his funeral….
The night this happened he had wanted just one thing more. Having played four exhausting games of shuttle, he had wanted just another game. Most of his colleagues had had enough and wanted to head back home to recharge for the next day which was a working one. They knew their limitations which applied to their respective ages. But our friend was always the fit and fine kind of guy. An extra game would do no harm, he would have presumed. It will only make me more fit.
He had waited for another player who never came. Another game up there was played without him and he was given eternal rest. He had wanted another game. If only he had another chance…..