I just celebrated my 70th birthday. Its a milestone they tell me. For me it just seems like any other day.
Age is just a number isn’t it? I do feel as much in fact at times more energetic than my early days. People said I was so engrossed in my job that once I retire I may get into depression for I won’t know what to do with my life. Being single will only add to my woes. But much to their surprise, I am more happier and busier than I was.
A good friend suggested “Nightingales Elder Enrichment Centre” which can be thought of like a day care/activity centre for senior citizens- just like you have one for kids. Senior people from different walks of life gather every day and we have a host of activities like quiz, singing competition , art, yoga, debates, talks, laughter session. We visit orphanages as a group sometimes. We also meet outside for a movie or a meal.
I spend my Sundays with Nysa, Arjun and the baby – whom I still call baby but is on the verge of teenage now. Having a strong bond with my daughter is something I cherish. She consults me on handling work conflicts and I ask her about the latest app I just discovered.
Megha breathed her last a year back but Sheena, Rashmi and I are still going strong. The monthly meetings have now become once in a quarter as its not feasible to meet often with Sheena’s deteriorating health and Rashmi having moved cities. Skype chats are a saviour.
Do I fear death? I fear becoming an invalid- losing control over myself and being dependant on others. When I go, I want to go fast. I cant imagine seeing my dear ones suffer as they care for me. This is not in my hands though. I can only hope my wish is granted.
Do I have regrets? Would I live life differently if I had another chance? Not everything in life has been picture perfect. I had my share of bumps. But I do not have regrets for I lived life on my terms. Maybe I was lucky to have an understanding family, a spouse who supported me and an offspring who looks upto me, friends who stuck by me through good times and bad- but I also have an indomitable spirit.
A spirit who refuses to succumb, who fights for what it believes in and loves itself fiercely.
This spirit will leave my body one day and fly away- it will look longingly, a tear escaping its eye as it sees Nysa, Arjun, my friends, my darling “baby” cry, but it will wipe away the tear resolutely and set on a new journey. A new story is unfolding somewhere, a new journey is about to begin.
Linking up with #BlogchatterA2Z
My theme for the challenge is
“A slice of life through Myra’s eyes” – a fictional tale of growing up and learning some vital lessons about self love, feminism, sisterhood, a working woman and the essence of being a woman in urban India.
Author’s note- A heartfelt thanks to all the wonderful readers who were a part of Myra’s journey from Day One. This journey would not have been as fulfilling and fun without you being a part of it. As we come to the end of the #AtoZChallenge, a part of me feels sad for I will miss these conversations, comments, and everyday banter. Hope to see you all again as this journey of writing stories will not end.