He is just 6 months old...what pleases him most are the colorful little building blocks. Wherever he sees them..he cant resist crawling to them and throwing his hands like he is splashing the water...and he makes a very happy sound..baring his red soft swollen gums.
At 1..the only thing that inspires him to walk is those colorful blocks...it is like they put him to trance..they not only inspires him, but also grants him immense felicity.
At 3...he loves watching kids making castles at the beach.
At 6..if you want to find him..go at the beach..you'll find him making castles all over the shore...and that too with a concentration beyond imagination of us, grown ups.
At 16...his room is full of the beautiful architectures he made in past decade...homes...arcs..bridges.. skyscrapers..towers..everything you can think of...of unimaginable beauty.
At 19..he is studying science...to be a renowned doctor...to keep up the trend...like his grandfather..his father..uncles and elder brother.
At 22...he has no time to look at the structures he made...all he sees are formulas..scientific theories and human structure...but at times he stops and thinks about the castles...and then he will shrug off the sands away.
At 35...he is an apprised doctor...happily married...but discontent.
At 40...he has a child...of 4..who loves blocks as he did...but he never had time to take him to beach..or make castles..partly because he is busy...and partly because he feels guilty for not giving his passion a chance...or a fight.
At 64..he has everything a mortal could hope for..name...fame...wealth...family...but he don't have one thing that, he, as an immortal, as an artist, wanted..his art.
At 80..he took his grandson to the beach...he saw his delight as he jumped and squealed all over...finding a perfect spot to build his castle...the glint in his grandson's eyes, when he found the spot, gave him the peace he always lacked. he saw him struggling and tried to help...tried to make the castle he once loved making, more than loved infact...his hands shook...sand din't turn to castle..he sat devastated...a tear rolled down on his cheeks...a lone tear of regret.
4 Obiters:
At 80? But the life expectancy is only 65 in India :P But a great piece of writing. I don't remember myself at 1, 3 and 6 but what you have written at 16, 19 & 22 is same with me except one thing :D Guess what?
temme what
I studied science not to become a "Doctor" :P
then why
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