Distance makes the heart grow fonder! What is with Wednesday that makes me go all sentimental and mushy inside? It is soon going to be 17th July, which is my mom's death anniversary. No different from other years except that this year her craving presence has been gnawing persistently. Maybe, I am just overwhelmed with… Continue reading Wednesday Warmers 1.3
Have you gone through that overwhelming feeling when a specific emotion envelops you totally and you are just not in control? Well, I went through that last night when I was absorbed in my cooking. You see, I chop my vegetables or knead dough(to make the Indian flatbread) in the living room so that I… Continue reading Wednesday Warmers 1.2
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… 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… 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… 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.
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.
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.