The aging ship sets sail again

There was this magnificent ship cast in pure gold and studded with precious gems, a vessel that was built to traverse not only the mundane waters of the seven seas but also the oceans of the heavens. But alas, it had no one to take command and guide it to set sail. For a long, long time it remained rudderless. With the efflux of time and the absence of an ideal commander, the ship started aging and the glittering gold lost all its sheen till it was a dull sheet of pale yellow. The precious gems that shone like the bright stars of the heavens were now like the telltale signs of a ravaging plague. The ship looked pathetic, tossing about in the high seas, a mere shell of what once was the most beautiful sight on earth.
It was then that I sighted the dying ship in the blinding flash of a heavenly light. In that split second, I could see that the aging ship belonged to me. Beneath the thin veneer of its withering gold, I could perceive all the magnificence that must have been an inherent part of this wondrous ship. I knew instantly that it needed me most to regain all its glory. I suddenly felt this urge to take command gushing into my whole being. And so I took command.of the ship.
When I put my hand on the helm, the whole ship shook in a mighty heave and through my fingers I could feel how long it must have waited for me and how much it longed for this magic touch. As if touched by the wand of the world’s greatest magician, the ship regained all its lost magnificence instantly. The gold shone brighter than ever before and the gems put the stars to shame. With my deft hands steering it, the heavenly ship sailed along the silvery moon for its most memorable voyage. Soon it became a legend traversing the seas of all the worlds here and beyond the limits of the heavens.
I knew that soon a day would come when my ship would be lifeless. It would be the saddest day of my life. But then, nothing would keep me away from it. We belong to each other. We have no will to exist without the other.

 

Dear Shanthi
Life is made of a variety of emotions, some are nice and enjoyable, some very poignant and heavy. Do we have a choice there? But when the heart is on a rewind mode, the emotions parade back seriatim. Old sorrows are as pleasant as new joys.
Sri

 

Dear Veda
It is extremely nice of you to associate me with joy and mirth. I dont fancy myself as a teacher wanting to make people think. I share my feelings and experiences as honestly as I feel them myself. Have you seen Raj Kapoor's 'Mera Naam Joker'? The joker who makes everyone laugh day in and day out is himself an epitome of sorrow. Fortunately, I am not that joker but I do get into an introspective mood at times when I count not my blessings. This is just one of them.
Sri

 

Dear Veda
I certainly did not mistake you. On the contrary, I deeply appreciate your abiding interest in me. This is what friendship is all about.
Sri

 

Dear Sudha
Ain't you too liberal with your praise? You should know that a man at 65 will all be head and nothing else and everything you tell him will go only to his head! I dont want to end up with a swollen head!
Your 'pheeling' took me back to my college days when I used to tell my classmates(only girls of course) that they gave me too much 'pheelings'!
You can now put your hat back on!
Sri