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Life Choices

My first thought of the earthquake on Saturday was that I will not have to evacuate Baba .Of course that was a sense of relief...
Later as the news poured in I again wondered about the transitoriness of life- and the power of natural calamity. How life perishes in one single blow. We dream of this and that and make our choices - bicker and fight all for no reason.
The earthquake also made me think of choices ... Of wanting to live the way I want to, to do what I want to and not think Oh I will do it tomorrow ....Read all the books that are piled on my bedside , all the movies that I haven't watched and visit people and places that are forever on the to -do list. It occurred to me that I just have the choice to do what I want to do...without looking back, without a remorse.
It reminded me of a time when Chibu all of 7 was playing for a selection game of a cricket match. The ball hit his bat and went for a catch and he was not selected . He came back home and sat in a corner and cried buckets "ami chooj hoini".....To a 7 years old it was the end of the world and no amount of consolation that there will be better days could pacify his broken spirit .
But then there is a difference between choosing and choices - and being shaken suddenly made me wonder all over again "Who has seen tomorrow?"
And Baba in many ways is the torch bearer....showing us how to live without regret .....

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