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nurturing hope

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.............a euphemism for daydreaming. Why live for today when tomorrow is bound to be better. Why have the chocolate today when you can save it for tomorrow (....and then you never get to eat it because your brother does not subscribe to the same school of thought!). An easy, effortless, tried and tested method to escape living, everyday. Subah zaroor aayegi, subah ka intezaar kar (the morning is sure to come, do not give up hope, wait for the morning). And till then, lets sink into the oblivion of sleep.

But one day you realize you are on a westbound midnight train and the morning is always half a world away................

We have a house guest, a friend of my roommates'. He has degenerative cardiomyopathy and progressive ataxia as a result. He is my age.

Once when I made a comment, borne out of the arrogance of youth and invincibility of good health about a very old aunt, who seemed to me to be living a utterly boring and meaningless life.....'what is the point of her life?' and my mother countered 'what is the point of your life?'

The search is on. It's a work in progress, as we scientists like to say.

Photo by Dieter Pelz on Unsplash

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