Crossroads

Today I remember a poem that I had once read in my childhood by Robert Frost about the decisions we make in our lives. But I cannot help but wonder about the choices that lead me to where I am today. Hundreds of miles from my home city in Kolkata. I call Navi Mumbai my home now. I have found a little home and a lot of love. But my life is nothing like I had imagined it would be. There are no mighty adventures or voyages across oceans or the mighty galaxies. My life is simply in comparison where each day looks pretty much like the other. But amidst all this I have found peace and happiness. So do I miss the great adventure of the road less traveled because I seem to have taken the one with a lot more traffic. Yes, most certainly. But then I look at my life as a parent would look upon an erring child with anger mixed with warmth and affection and I am happy event amidst all the confusion, regrets and sorrows of life. I am happy to greet each day with the same amount of enthusiasm. May this interest in life never seize for me or for anyone else in this world. That would be my prayer to the almighty to shake us out of the slumber that has seized our life and our race and bring us back to life. The choice is ultimately one of life or death and not of the roads we choose to travel by. For some live even in dearth and other live under its spell.