Duh, right! I am dying, you are dying. We are withering away. And when we are with the ones we love it moves even faster. A week having fun with cousins and friends feels like a second, an hour in an interview or an exam feels like eternity. Is time relative then? Maybe. But what sticks out most is that it’s also irrelevant. Time itself has no meaning. It’s the experiences and people we spend it with that gives it meaning.
Recently, my mama (mothers brother) and my phuphad (Hindi word for husband of your maternal aunt) passed away and I am spending time going back and thinking about all the memories I have with them. How we would greet them, what they would say to us. It also makes you think about your parents and how they might not be around sometime in the future. Just like they say children can never grow old for their parents, parents never grow old for children too. We do not want to recognize their changing frail bodies, their wrinkles and their ailments. We are and want to be stuck in the moments where we were children and not them.
Just that!
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