Here are some thoughts to go along with the beginning of another year.
Age and Aging.
These fine lines on my face and neck, when did they find their permanence on my skin? I look at my old pictures, and wonder as to what happened. That skin on that face was so transparent; so tight and so silky. That was not so long ago. It couldn’t have been long ago.
It was just yesterday it seems that I was climbing trees with my brother, and sitting on the branches of the fruit trees, and enjoying the ripe and unripe mangoes. I could out- run my brother (sometimes)… so what happened to that mercurial step? Why do these joints ache and get tight, and inform me that a storm is brewing somewhere close by.
My eyes……they could see forever and beyond yonder. And my mom and dad would say that they could see down into my soul when they looked into my eyes. But look what has happened to them now. They have become old; I have to squint my eyes to see something in the distance, and the lens and the pupils play hide and seek with light and darkness, and I have to resort to getting cheaters to read anything.
These wrinkles, that have carved a pathway on my face, tell me of the stories that I have lived through, and which I try to forget. They are like the faded maps with hidden crevasses and untamed lands that fill to their utmost when fertilized with care and love and happiness, but which otherwise lay dormant, like a nonchalant school kid, who couldn’t be bothered with the topography of the rugged terrain.
But this heart…… it still beats like it did a century ago, it seems. It still skips a beat when a certain word of love is spoken, and still folds up in its own cocoon when a harsh word is said. It sings with the rain in summer and seems to dance at the first snow fall. It races when it hears beautiful music, and there is such a calm when it feels the words of beautiful poetry of ancient languages of distant lands. It disobeys the demand of the aging body, and defies its commands. It wants to stay young. It wants to feel young. It tells me that I am the soul of the river and the gardens, and that I will continue to feel like the cypress and continue to enjoy the fragrance of the jasmine, despite the aging body’s excuses.
Sometimes, I stare at the sky filled with its million stars on a clear night, and wonder if someone else is doing the same, it feels like a world of silence which is on fire.
As I age and reflect on my aging, I feel that there is someone behind my eyes. It seems that he has seen things in ages and worlds way beyond memory’s beginnings and ends. This age thing, beautiful and bad, has its own charm. Each day, week, month, and year has in it the longing that is full of the whispers of many ages, without any beginning or an end.
Oh how the aging mind rambles on, while the heart sings its own song and dances to its own music!!!
Happy New Year to All my Readers.