By: Shazia Yousuf
I happened to browse through a photo album of a relative recently posted on face book and got to see a few faces after a very long time. It was quite pleasant to be able to see them after a long time. Flash backs took me down the memory lane.
I remembered those times when one of the uncles in that album was young and energetic. He was dynamic, and would take charge of every event in the family. His management was well known and his extremely good planning skills made all family occasions turn out to be perfect and dot on time! He had no formal degree of MBA or even management as such, yet his management and planning was no less than that of a formal degree holder.
Looking at his pictures brought tears in my eyes. His frail, old visage, with an innocent blank look in his eyes, reflecting questions unanswered, showing defeat and surrender. His inability to communicate what’s inside, all his emotions locked up within his bosom, everything so totally devoured by the Alzheimer’s disease. Once a symbol of strength, now a spiritless soul!