By Sunil Saxena It has been six months since I last drove through rush hour traffic. There was no need since I had retired, and I was leading a happy, peaceful life. Last evening, I went to drop a friend at Indira Gandhi International Airport. The distance from my home in Noida to the airport…
By Siddharth Pandey To Ajit, who works as a gardener in Noida, there is only one person who matters. And that is his uncle, Parameshawar Verma. Ajit is certain that if it was not for his Babuji (as Ajit affectionately calls his uncle) he and his siblings would have been nowhere. The reason Parameshawar evokes…
By P. Ramesh Kumar I was like a character in a play who was not given his lines. Can there be a rehearsal when the event in question is the death of a parent? It was out of the blue one day when I had just arrived at my workplace that I got a telephone…
By Yogendra Deva In our sleepy little town, my father, an English professor in a local college, would spend hours at his rusty little typewriter weaving stories, writing letters to the editor, churning out books on critical studies on English literature for students, and much more. Despite his age, he connected effortlessly with the younger…
By Anitha Kumar In the quaint town of Kottayam, Kerala, the echoes of past Christmases linger in the memories of John Mathew George, an octogenarian who fondly recalls the days when the holiday season was a grand affair at their house. All members of the family would gather for the festivities, which would start early…
By Sunil Saxena The idea of leading a retired life rankled initially. I hated being reduced to the ranks of “their time is over” workforce. One day I was a productive member of the society. My colleagues and my team looked up to me to take decisions. Next day, I was living on pension. It…
By Bhavesh Rajan After retirement, there is only one way to keep the effects of ageing at bay. It is refusal to allow yourself to become redundant. This means that you must keep yourself busy, even after you retire. The engagement should not be superficial or skin deep. It should jog your mind and keep…
An old man with wispy hair and wrinkled skin Sits by the fire, with a twinkle in his eye Thinking of the love that he’s known within His heart still beats with a passion that doesn’t die *** His wife, his partner, his rock and his friend She’s been by his side through thick and…
By Parth Krishnan Back in our teens, life was beautiful. There were heartbreaks but there was love also. Every day was radiant, beautiful. Most important, our bodies were young. My heart would pound whenever a beautiful girl passed by, even when I did not know her. There were stealthy glances, and hope that next time…