It Happens so…
one fine evening when you are having a sip of your favorite tea sitting at the beautiful balcony of your posh apartment , an old song falls on your ear and you wish ” oh , God! i can do anything ! just to listen to this song being hum by my mom . .. , i wish i could listen to how my father teased mommy with his funny jokes ” .. wish i could get a chance to sit at one corner of the tea table and watch all these and keep on smiling till my tea becomes cold ” …
cold!! yes now your tea is cold .. you look around, the song is still playing .. but .. no where can you find your same young and dynamic mommy , daddy .. instead there are these people who are no more strong . but still they look at you with love , compassion and in return they expect nothing ..The sacrifices they have made as your parents have left ridges on their faces , the songs have given way to series of cough and the funny jokes have turned into random blabberings of a small fragile person ..
As we grow older , we tend to forget our parents . we have always seen them strong and providing us the support which we never even ask or deserve sometimes.. one Shout , one small tear , sometimes a few disagreements is enough for us children to get their attentions, and this is when we are far far away from them. if they are nearer to us it’s a different story altogether.
with years our parents though grow in age ,become fragile but their mind becomes younger and delicate . They are no more afraid to talk or hear their own language as they have their own world which we have to understand .
. once we were kids and our pain was the biggest threat to our parents happiness .. as time passes we must also treat our parents happiness as our biggest aim .The kid within them rises and we must be happy and not ashamed of it and give wings to their desires.. then these series of cough or random blabberings changes into meaningful small dreams ..
I read somewhere being a mother makes u feel the most beautiful and the most ugliest at times .In these lines lies the profound truth . You welcome motherhood but u are also checking the pulse of your baby at the same time, to see if the baby is smiling or crying or just simply to watch it . that’s one of the the ugliest part , your life seems miserable at times thinking about what if of the million bad things that could happen to your precious little bundle of joy … .. Like love had touched you ,now Fear has also changed you , fear of seeing your baby in any kind of pain or trouble . yes life changes and you are now a Parent .
Days goes by , years are drowned in countless sleepless nights of the mother and wild rants of teenagers.. when adulthood peeps in .. we look back and see all those years of no words and resentments with our mom and dad and wish things were different then ..
Life comes in full circle and here now we are like our Parents and our parents are like our childrens ..
“That meeting can be postponed , that wild trip with friends can be rescheduled..
That money can be earned ,Those places can be visited ..
That tea can be sipped by sitting on the floor of a small apartment ..
All these can wait … but those voices of your parents can’t be heard again ..”