Our son and daughter-in-law live in Delhi. They have a 5-year old son. They recently shifted to a new house in the same vicinity where they lived earlier. Our grandson was born in the house they lived earlier. One night, before going to sleep in their new house, our grandson asks his father whether he misses the old house. My son says, he doesn’t miss so much the old house. In reply, our grandson says, “Baba, I am young now and you are getting old. Earlier I was a baby and you were younger. When you grow older, both you and Ma will go to god and I will miss you. It is okay not to miss new, but you should miss the old.”
I saw hope in the future. I saw hope for the old.