During my last visit my mother had asked me unexpectedly, “Are you going?” something which she never asked me before. If that was not indication enough what else could have been? I should have known then that she was giving me a hint. But, stupid that I was, I smiled, kissed her on her forehead and said, “I’ll be back soon.” And I kept my word. I returned in four days to see her die! Today, she is no more yet; I feel that she is some where around, ready to take me in her arms when I see her … Continue reading Mother…….
Without you, my child I do not exist. Without you, I am nobody. I have no identity. With you, I am love personified. Without you, Mother I have nowhere to go. I have no haven. I know no one. With you I am safe. I know myself. Without You, God I am lost. I am clueless about life. With you, I am. I do. I am life itself. For the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 2014 for the Letter W Continue reading Without You…..
How important is a father’s presence in a child’s life? Very Much. How much can a father influence the upbringing of his child? A Lot. Can a father’s role ever be substituted in a child’s life? Never. For many children the father invariably becomes the role model very early in life. At least for me, my father definitely was my role model. It took me many years to understand and acknowledge how much of a role model my mother too became for me later in life but more of that in another piece. While my mother protected me with her warmth … Continue reading Papa Kehtei Hain Bada Naam Karega….
A mother’s love is God’s substitute on earth. Seldom do we realize it, taking her for granted. Only when I turned mother did I realize where my mother figured in my life. One press of the motherhood button and my mind flashbacked one after another all the experiences that connected me with my mother. Today, I stand tall as a mother united with her in spirit and soul.
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All those subjects that I had left way behind, ages ago I had had to pick up and re-read them again. Apart from that, I had to undergo those butterflies in my stomach every time my son was leaving for school, anxiously wondering how he would do in his exams. Continue reading Exam ka Bhooth!
They talked into the night of old times, of times when she used to protect him when his father used to display his frustrations on Sashidhar and beat him. They recollected the past; of all the good times the family had shared, of the movies the whole family used to go together once a month as a ritual thirty years ago. Continue reading The Thread of Life