What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
The morning was still in its early bloom, and it had been quite a while since Mr Bafna and Mr Haksar had started their morning walk
“So, in the elections for the state government. I bet you are going to vote for the ruling party again,” said Mr Haksar
“Well, the way I see it, they have taken some useful steps for the state,” responded Mr Bafna
“Some of those steps are debatable on how useful they actually were,” said Mr Haksar, “anyways I believe it is not good for a party to stay in power for too long because suddenly you find them using their expanded influence and power to do all sorts of wrong.”
“That, in many forms is debatable too, but I wouldn’t want to dive too deep into it,” said Mr Bafna
Mr Haksar laughed as he sat down on a bench and so did Mr Bafna.
“Only a few months are left for my retirement. I am beginning to feel this empty space inside, going into that side of the life,” said Mr Bafna
“I wouldn’t know anything about it. Business is what I have done my whole life, now my daughter is handling it with me. I guess the only way my working days end is with the end of my life,” said Mr Haksar
“Good for you,” smiled Mr Bafna
“I have heard there are extensions to retirement. Why don’t you ask for that if it is bothering you that much,” suggested Mr Haksar
Mr Bafna leaned back on the bench and stretched his arms, and while he did that, he looked at the sky and asked “You know what a golden hour is?”
“No, I don’t”
“It is a time period that closely follows the sunrise. The sunlight feels soft and warm and spreads a golden glow over everything it touches. It happens right before sunset as well.”
Mr Haksar looked at Mr Bafna, “Its beautiful, but I don’t understand what you intend to say”
Mr Bafna smiled, “I had a dream, a dream of when I began. My mind and body were young, ideas were endless and I was out there to make my mark. I had very little possessions back then but it was without a doubt the happiest time of my life because I was this person who could make anything happen. With an office bag on my shoulder and those formal shoes, shirt and trousers that I proudly wore I walked out into the golden hour. I stopped to look at the sky, everything felt so much better and then I looked back and saw myself as I am now but I was still standing in a golden hour, only this time there was no day after it but night. The nights of my professional days are near and I want to embrace it in silence and perhaps find my share of prolonged brightness elsewhere.”
Mr Haksar remained quiet as he balanced the meaning of the words spoken in his mind and both the friends sat in silence on the bench as a passing breeze rustled the leaves of a tree.
Early Morning Memories 
2 responses to “Another Morning”
I have heard being a senior as the golden years. Whether it is fool’s gold or not depends on how reasonable expectations and experiences are. Doing nothing should not be the same as having nothing to do. Hopefully we can each craft what qualifies as the golden years for us.
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So beautifully said.
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