I have often thought about life post retirement. I am pretty determined to live life all over again after that. I often discuss this with my wife but she always says that it is too early to think about all that. But then- what’s the harm in planning? It makes one’s mind clear about so many things.

I have talked to a lot of my friends in office. There are some who have planned to join clubs, some are thinking of doing some social work, some are planning to fulfill their traveling ambitions. Every person has a different plan. It’s very good also. I think we all should do something that we love to do.

Personally I have my own plan. But I don’t know how my wife and kids are going to react to it. I know they will call me mad. But then, they have never liked my plans. So it’s not something unexpected. I know there are many years for this plan to materialize but somehow with each day, I am becoming firm about it.

I plan to have my little shack near the beach where I will sell fresh juice to people. I know- I know- it is completely foolish. But I just want to do it once. I really want to live near a beach in my little shack and sell juice. I am really very serious about it. I want to just sit and observe people. For once, I want to have lazy days where I am not hurrying to my office and completing deadlines. I don’t want to have a watch with me. I want to rise when the sun rises and I want to sleep when there are stars sparkling in the sky.

I don’t know how long I am going to do it- but I will do it just once. This is my dream. My very fervent dream. I can easily get hold of a shack and start with my little business cum entertainment venture with my saved up money.

I want to lie on the cool sand and stare at the stars for endless hours. I wonder if this dream will come true. Let’s see- there are still many years before I do this. My wife is looking at me strangely. She is hundred percent sure now that I am mad.

Well- I don’t want to argue with her. Let me take your leave now. The stars, the sand, the fresh juice and my little shack is calling me. Ha ha ha ha

Please take care. Bye.

The ‘common man’ was lost in a reverie when he was rudely awakened by the door bell. Before he could answer it, he had to rush to the kitchen- the dish was getting burnt in the pan. The phone bell rang. He answered it after opening the door and receiving the courier. The phone bell was from office- he was needed urgently there. The common man rushed to the office- somewhere on the way- the sand, the stars, the juice and shack faded from his mind. There were much important matters at hand.