I had an opportunity of talking to one of my professors from IIT Roorkee a couple of weeks ago. Her warm, homely voice took me down the memory lane of what it used to be when I was at the college. Her husband is no more and I could glean a sense of sadness in her usual jovial voice. She was worried about her son who had been hopping from one company to another. I tried to assure her that eventually he would do well. I hope I did assuage some of her fears.
Life has taken so many turns and has finally narrowed down into a small stream. I know this would not last and even from here I can see the next turn. I am afraid for I do not know what lies beyond the turn. I am afraid that it might turn out to be one big waterfall or a gigantic whirlpool that might suck me into it. But then I might enjoy it as well.
