When hair turns white from gray, there is a charm of experience in the walk and the talk, where eyes twinkle like that of a child and decades of life have gone by. The grand years of loved ones, the golden years of life – yes, these are little notes with snippets of their inspiring lives.
One fine morning it suddenly hit me that the human body is impermanent and all loved ones have to leave one day. Having grown to understand how life is such a gift, the urge to share more time with my grandmother (who I will refer to as ‘dadiji’) exploring and documenting things about her life that I have probably not known, was born. A concept call ‘Tea with Dadiji’ emerged. From hosting an actual ‘tea time’ with her stories to writing on the blog – several ideas came up. A thought crosses, ‘What about dadiji’s elder sister? What about my friends old father? What about the other elder people in the family and beyond? How about all of us having an opportunity to do some exercise that teaches us, warms our heart? Let us be open to all and for all.’
On the same day, my sister (cousin) Aanchal shared feelings of missing our grandparents who have left through a very moving poem. Several calls went back and forth between Aanchal, my brother Satyen, my dear friend Taruna and me. Finally, the Golden Moments was conceptualized.
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