Recliner Reminiscences

When memories manifest

It was the 'winter' month of December, when the Chennai Sun was blessing us with the so called lighter dose of summer warmth when my nephew visited me.  Being the old man of the house, the conversation took a natural turn towards health issues. He knew some parts of my body were functioning and the rest perhaps not.  He mistakenly thought I had made my health experiences sound interesting and was goading me to write them down. One can always decide what to do about them later at leisure. He had wrong belief that I could write and express and the misplaced trust I could make that the outpour of trash would be readable. Having my ego thus egged on by a person who writes exceedingly well, I was tempted.  What do I write about? Having grazed this earth, no no not graced, for over 75 ears o, of course, health or lack of it, could be a starting point. And then? I had to awaken whatever little creative abilities I had or have. May be books, movies people, places random thoughts, food, work, and so many other topics I could write about. And then my bosom pal by name 'doubt' creeps in. Then I decide the best way to complete a job is to start doing it. And without my knowledge I have notted down a few lines here. Good beginning. Hope there is better continuity and best ending.  Wisdom has dawned on me at dusk. Hope it is real one though.