Nisha and her husband, Deepak, always cherished family time and tried to instil its importance in their children. However, their words seemed to fall on deaf ears. As the years passed, their children settled abroad. Deepak’s sudden demise shattered everything, leaving Nisha alone in her nest. She wanted her children to stay with her, but then she consoled herself and let them go.
The kids inquired about Nisha’s well-being for the initial couple of months, calling frequently. But gradually, the calls dwindled. They would not even respond to her messages for days and sometimes for months, too, despite having all the means to stay connected. Work kept them occupied, weekends were for outings, and reels consumed their free time. Sparing a few minutes to talk to their mother was a struggle.
“Change is constant and inevitable, but do such drastic shifts truly bring any good? Have all the beautiful things in life just vanished?” Nisha often pondered.
Whenever loneliness crept in, Nisha found solace in memories of her father. Though his soul had moved on, his infectious laughter, jokes, excitement while bursting the first cracker on Diwali, and the array of colors smeared on his face during Holi felt as vivid as ever—almost as if he were still beside her.
Even now, she longs to turn back time, to relive those cherished moments, even if only for a fleeting while. Thirty-three years have passed, and life has moved on for her and her brother, yet the void remains.
“We are building nests, but our loved ones are not around to celebrate life. Social media and smartphones may be a boon, yet they have taken so much away. The warmth of attachment, the closeness, the joy of shared meals—nothing feels the same as it did three decades ago,” she reflected.
No one truly lives in the present anymore; they merely chase materialistic gains, accompanied by stress and anxiety as their constant companions.
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