retirement benefits

I came back home to a "retired" husband ....Bhaskar retired for the second time in the 30 years that I have known him. And is in no hurry to look for something concrete to do. The languid mornings are perfect- tea with the autumn sun streaming into our room, the sparrows chirping in and around the box window and the morning papers strewn all over the bed....till my eyes fall on the clock at 8.10 and mayhem begins for me.... Of late I have been getting this feeling of quitting work. My friends say I will be bored after 4 months , my father says I will miss the paycheque and the freedom to spend at will and some of my son's friends are amazed- why quit such a "cool' job that just take you places ?

But looking at Bhaskar I feel jealous - he can read all the books he wants to read and just stay in or go out- the race is over - and it's time to relax. This time while collecting my luggage from the belt at the airport there was this couple standing next to me- the man with snow in his hair and the petite lady made a handsome couple - coming back from a holiday somewhere calling their driver to come to the gate - I just felt it is time for us to be like that- take holidays , garden a bit and take time leisurely and enjoy time and not rush with it....enjoy whatever time is left till memory takes leave and we are bound in the vacant space of infinity .....

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A holiday with self :)

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