News channels carry the story of a celebrity singer, who sang on the streets in anonymity, covering himself in a shawl, and earned Rs.12/- in five hours. He humbly acknowledged the people, the orchestra, the lavish sets and the media machinery that make him a star. Else, the same songs could get him a measly amount of twelve rupees.
What happens when life is devoid of all color? What happens when life is back to the basics – of food, shelter, health and survival?
I wonder if retirement is shadowing my thoughts. I have looked forward to an unshackled life, where I could devote time to what I love doing – painting, writing, playing with my pets, volunteering for a cause and arguing with my spouse.
I look again at the picture on the easel, and pull out my palette – to paint the flowers with fresh colors of spring.
Inspired by Priceless Joy at