Grandpa's 10 minutes of solitude....

You have run a lot in the year’s gone by

You have not stopped, when you were out of breath

You had to run, as you had to provide for

The newspaper was your only diversion

But it lay aside as you had to run

As you had to provide

Now is the time

To let the world go by

And dwell into your world

Just You and Your newspaper

No, the person in the picture is not my grandfather, but he probably personifies my and every other grandfather, in this world. The park where I used to go for my walks, earlier on has thrown many surprises and many memorable moments at me. This picture probably was one of them.

                One morning, I was the only one around in the park, doing my laps of brisk walking amidst the chirping of the birds and the whistling of the morning winds. I just sat down for a breather. A few minutes later, I noticed the Grandpa, walking in. Crisply dressed in white, he had an unsteady gait, which was supported well, by a well worn out walking stick. He passed me clutching firmly to a newspaper on his left hand, while his other handheld on to the walking stick. This Grandpa went ahead and sat on the adjacent bench. He then carefully unfolded the newspaper and started reading with rapt attention. The next few moments were his alone. The surroundings did not matter.

I was not fortunate to see my grandfather. But on that day, he probably visited me.