It was five in the evening, grandpa and I slowly walked towards the local park. The storekeepers on the way waved at me, hoping I’d buy a toffee from them. But, not today. Grandpa said he’d buy me one on our way back home. This was one reason why I looked forward to these saunters to the park – a guaranteed reward. But, that was not the only reason I never missed these walks. Grandpa was full of stories – just like all grand fathers were – and I loved to hear them. We sat at our regular bench and after relaxing for sometime he took out a folded piece of paper and spread it out in front of me – it was a news paper article on ‘fountain pens’.
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Scenario 1: Santosh called me after three months. It was nice catching up with him. But, our initial conversation got stuck at a juncture where we both didn’t know what to speak next. It has been three years that Santosh moved to the US. How much can we reminiscence about old times? It took sometime for us to ease back into a conversation. He confided in me that he was missing India. He was recollecting all the simple pleasures of what life offered here. And, all the while I was listening to him, I was wondering how nice it would be if only I could migrate to the United States (it’s been a long unfulfilled dream after all), and enjoy what life offered there.
Oh, if only I was in his shoes!