Number 22

Exactly one hundred years ago in 1922, a British writer wrote in his diary. That when the number 22 appears on the calendar again. It will certainly not here you and me.

Then he wrote further, I wish age would see some sympathy that I could see this number again.

I could be able to see the people who will be in 2022. I could be able to see that era what will happen in 2022. But I know it’s not possible, even our identities will be anonymous.

When Sahir Ludhianvi was on his deathbed, he closed his eyes and said to his doctor, “Dr. Kapoor, I want to live. Life has certainly given sorrows, but the world is a beautiful place. Here are the gatherings of friends. Here is the noise of life. I want to live Dr. Kapoor.”

“When the number 22 will come again after 100 years in 2122, then friends, surely there will be none of us.”

Our graves must have been lost in the crowd of the graveyards, some sunk, some crushed, engraved in earth.

So try to make this short stay a pleasant one. No soul, no body should carries the wound with it. And the blame for these wounds should not be on us.

In our world whether it is the field of politics or the story of blood relations, wherever you look, hate, enmity, intolerance and the spirit of disrespecting each other is seen to be gaining strength.

These hollow attitudes devoid of feeling, love, desire and sincerity are taking us away not only from ourselves but also from life.

No one among us will last forever. Then why we can’t make this short life cradle of joys, for ourselves and for others.

Enjoy this short stay with what you have today, do not panic for what you do not have.

Everything will ends one day!

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The night is about to come, ‘Neither you will stay nor me’.