I decided to pen down something after a long long time.
Since one week, I have resumed going for my evening walks...., took a lot of time to resume what I used to love and enjoy doing so, since ages. Not that I am lazy as I used to go to gym till i met with an accident last year, but yes, walks are must too. And on top of it i dont have any other things to do in the evening at the moment.
While walking, I see lot of people from different age groups walking by....... some with energy, some slow, some perpetually on the cell phone, some old ladies sitting in a circle exercising and singing bhajans in the temple, some moms playing with their kids.
I have always enjoyed my walks alone more........ just going with the flow - thoughts coming and going and not ponder over them for long......... and the next moment am thinking something else or observe people around, capture their different moods, expressions, postures, walks, etc.
I see grandparents holding hands of their grand children, carrying their balls,Some mothers strolling their young ones in prams, talking to them as if they understand all.
I see a smart looking women walking at her pace and then sitting next to a older women, talking to her. And then holding her hand and taking her along with her, listening to what the old lady has to share.
I see a middle aged couple - this man is really tall, thin and stands out of the crowd.... but he is always holding his wife's hand, who is really short, plump and cute too. They are strolling at leisure, engrossed in their talks, oblivious of the passersby.
I see two old men entering the park, holding hands and walking by. I was right behind them so noticed one holding just the single finger of the other, as if a child is being led to walk on.
Be it grandparents and the child, who has just began its life's journey with the one nearing the end; the constant assurance of the mother to her child in the pram; the women leading the old lady to her destination; the husband spending some quality time with his wife with the same touch as if newly married; the old man holding the finger of the other. 
What do I see here? All I see is the trust of one in the other. I see the natural need of companionship, the mutual bonding, the faith of being there for the other, the trust in one another. I look at them enviously and wish the same for myself too.
I see and now do feel the emotion of Holding Hands.... Come... hold my hand and never leave it again....
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