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U3A Writing: The Old Path

I yearned for the simple things in life - getting up at the crack of dawn to pick the fresh blossoms for temple offerings, to feed the needy before partaking of our meal - the little things that could give pleasure to others less fortunate, thereby deriving pleasure yourself..

Dahrini Parameshwaran realises that the old path is where the heart belongs.

Coming back I follow the old path - the path I have trod since I learned to walk as a toddler, and which never failed to put a spring in my step and a light in my eyes, as the path led to home - home where my parents, brothers and sisters were.

But I have gone a long way since then. I grew up and left home and chose a new life for myself, which after a space of ten - fifteen years, took me out of my country to new adventures, different life styles and cultures. I learned to cope with all the labour saving devices created to simplify living, and leave more time for pursuing pleasure and savouring life.

Yes, I grabbed the bull by the horns and made the most of my new life. I worked hard, travelled, met interesting people, and enjoyed the freedom of being able to do as I pleased without considering what the family thought of my behaviour, and happy to be free of critical comments.

But after a time, this life style palled - it no longer had any glamour, but was tinsel and artificial. I yearned for the simple things in life - getting up at the crack of dawn to pick the fresh blossoms for temple offerings, to feed the needy before partaking of our meal - the little things that could give pleasure to others less fortunate, thereby deriving pleasure yourself.

This feeling of nostalgia spawned the idea of a vacation back home, and then no time was wasted on making arrangements for my absence and preparations for my departure.

So, here I am, coming back and following the old path. The path hasn't changed much except that it has become more neglected and overgrown, but I have matured and grown wiser and learned all that glitters is not gold.

As I walk along the path I can see the porch light shimmering through the fronds of the coconut palms, which send shivers of joy through my spine. I know now that wherever I may continue to live, my roots are here, and this is my beloved home.

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