Yesterday I saw a bright blue kite lying in the parking lot. In the hometown people must be celebrating Uttarayan or as its called… Utraaaaaaaaaaaaaan. A truly festive life celebration, flying kites and soaking in the sun…a salute to That time of the year when the Sun changes its direction.
For long now I have been thinking of Pitamah Bhishma, lying on a bed of arrows, patiently waiting for the Sun to be in the right quadrant. Knowing completely well what happened, what was ordained to happen … and his own role, compelled by events long long ago. It had to be this, and no other. And I think of Baba, in the cocoon of the ICCU with the whoosh of the AC and the beep of the respirator for company, did he know about Utraan too, did he wait for the day to pass, did he will his exit? On the 19th, it will be 4 years.