Winter is coming

“Winter is coming”,Winter is coming,
I would just pull a blank face whenever I would hear my teens talking about this, In the month of May when I am sweating profusely taking dips in bath tub like a duck takes in a pond and cringing at the very thought of entering the kitchen, where this “ Winter” is coming from.In my part of the globe,leave apart the fear of impending winter,it does not even touch tangentially our lives, Then what and where is this so called “winter”coming from,but out of the fear of being labelled a “Stone Age”person,I would just rhyme whatever they would say very cautiously catching up the thinnest word from the air.
And then one day defeated by my own idiosyncrasies I decided to call it a day and brazenly asked my gang if everything is alright with them ,and if they feel weak and cold I could arrange extra layers for them.
An eerie of silence was followed by a loud burst of laughter.I felt like that grain of sand which was the main character of Rabindranath Tagore’s novel “Choker Bali,irritatingly indispensable.”The next thing I did was take a break from mundane and did all research on that “WINTER”
After a while I was ready to share “my” nectar of immortality, doing my bit of sagar manthan.Gleaming and beaming I went to my asuras to share the things from ocean of my knowledge .
But what the scene had changed there That “WINTER” season had gone while I was hibernating.
Now the buzz word was INSTAGRAM.
All the four and half decades of my life I had well acquaintances with theses grams after all I was undisputed uncrowned haggling queen of my society.”This must be something between kilogram and milligrams”I told myself in order to comfort the cacophony of my mind.Next day while purchasing daily sabzi I saw Sonu(Mrs Verma’s younger one) he was running errands for his mother,I asked sabzi wala bhaiya loudly “ek Instagram tamatar aur dal do”ensuring that Sonu hears me
The vendor without looking at me but accepting his defeat in heart put a small tomato But what got wrong with Sonu he ,who was playing PUBG wholeheartedly dropped his phone suddenly looked at me and ran back to home without taking the balance,I obliged the sabzi Wala by taking responsibility of returning his balance
Sonu opened the door, let me in,gave me the glass of water and slowly but tactfully pulled me out from darkness of ignorance to light of knowledge like Lord Krishna did to Arjuna.And now I was a regular student of “Sonu Sir”,Needless to say that each lesson was wrapped up by me making pastas pav bhaji or anything that my Dhronacharya wanted.
I was later joined by another poor student of technology Meeraben who had a knack of making medicines from kitchen herbs,Maganbhai The share market shark was also taken under wings by one wiz kid
The circle kept on increasing with teachers and learners
Days months years passed ,the seeds sown yesterday had become young trees today
Sonu aka chef Raj Khanna has become a name to be reckoned with in culinary circles
Sunaina another kid has become a Naturotherapist And has three clinics in Mumbai
Ranbir has opened a opened a company
Money matters and has Maganbhai as a sleeping partner in that.
So what I believe is that it takes an entire village to raise a kid and life is a continuous learning process
Twists and turns of life taught me what one person brings to the table with his technical know hows the other brings with his experience.
With this I wrap up this session.