The Window Seat
The earliest memory of me travelling to some place in the childhood is of sitting at the window seat in the bus or train. Off all my travel in my childhood, I dont remember the destination or purpose of my travel, neither the person with whom I was travelling{Except my Father, I do remember him travelling with me}.
What I remember is only the pleasure of sitting at the window seat. Winds gushing on my eyes and making them hard to stay open, changing terrains out of the window,smells of trees, factories, roads, trucks loaded with commodities etc. I loved to seat by the window, I love it today too.
But, how can a 10 year old always get a window seat? Well, it was my Father's virtue. He always used to get on the bus or train earlier than the whole remaining people and take a window seat for me. I cant remember even a single time, not even a single time that he is sitting at the window seat and me sitting beside him, NO, he always gave me window seat. Same was with my Mother, she always gave me the window seat.
I do travel a lot nowadays. And now, I cant remember a single time when I am sitting at the window seat. I give it up to others now, firstly I used to give it to my sister and then my friends avail that benefit from me now. I wont say that I am a Saint or a philanthropist, I just understand today that my Father crushed his desire to seat next to window just for me to enjoy the same. And I dont think he might be feeling any regret about it. Watching happiness on his Son's face might have made his day.But, in that sacrifice, he taught me a lesson secretly.
I am not a giver or a Sadhu or something who would give away his interests for others, I am a common man and I know one thing: I will surely give my window seat to someone else even if I have the desire to seat there. After all, thats his legacy to me.
What I remember is only the pleasure of sitting at the window seat. Winds gushing on my eyes and making them hard to stay open, changing terrains out of the window,smells of trees, factories, roads, trucks loaded with commodities etc. I loved to seat by the window, I love it today too.
But, how can a 10 year old always get a window seat? Well, it was my Father's virtue. He always used to get on the bus or train earlier than the whole remaining people and take a window seat for me. I cant remember even a single time, not even a single time that he is sitting at the window seat and me sitting beside him, NO, he always gave me window seat. Same was with my Mother, she always gave me the window seat.
I do travel a lot nowadays. And now, I cant remember a single time when I am sitting at the window seat. I give it up to others now, firstly I used to give it to my sister and then my friends avail that benefit from me now. I wont say that I am a Saint or a philanthropist, I just understand today that my Father crushed his desire to seat next to window just for me to enjoy the same. And I dont think he might be feeling any regret about it. Watching happiness on his Son's face might have made his day.But, in that sacrifice, he taught me a lesson secretly.
I am not a giver or a Sadhu or something who would give away his interests for others, I am a common man and I know one thing: I will surely give my window seat to someone else even if I have the desire to seat there. After all, thats his legacy to me.
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