Why do I remember my younger days when my parents were fighting poverty?Now I have crossed the half-century mark. As an introvert who interacts the barest minimum with colleagues, friends (do I have friends?) and even with relatives. But I talk a lot with myself. I talk to me about those younger days. I tell my other self about the small incidents which happened during my childhood and my teenage. I vividly remember many incidents which created different types of feelings in my impressionable mind. I can easily see in my mind's eye the continuous and long struggle which my parents faced years together to make their three children succeed in life.
By the grace of Almighty, my parents are still there in Kolkata. Even though they are very old, they don't take any help from their three children. They live in their own world in their own flat in Kolkata. They are now leading their sunset years in their own way. Everyday, they call me at a fixed time. Even if I do some other thing, whenever I hear their voice, I go back to those days. I clearly see their everyday struggle in the seventies, eighties and early part of nineties.
But what astonishes me? During those days, my younger brother (who is one year and eleven months younger than me) and I used to take resolve to study hard and get good jobs to come out of that miserable, poverty-stricken days. But have we come out of those days? I don't know. Why do those days come back almost everyday to haunt me? Who can answer me?