He saves up just enough, to buy himself a new pair of clothes for work – not a penny more, not a penny less,
When, his daughter comes up to him, invites him to her graduation, and asks, for a new dress,
He, without thoughts, second; happily spends all he has, to buy her one, the very next morn,
And wears to work, with pride, his same old clothes – though jaded, and torn!
She lay immobile, for months, in pain,
The doctors tried everything they could, but in vain,
God stepped in to intervene,
Decided, it was time for the vagabond son to enter the scene,
She caught a tiny glimpse of his face – Lo and Behold! – she moved a muscle, with fain,
What medicines and mendicants couldn’t, mother’s love did it again!
A day wouldn’t do justice,
Because even an eternity wouldn’t suffice,
But a day all the same, an opportunity,
To thank, to realise, to appreciate,
That embodiment of selfless love, care and concern,
Ma, you’ve borne the pain for me, with me,
You are my rock of support,
You’re my pillar of strength,
You’re my best friend,
You fend off my every fiend,
You are who I belong to,
You are the reason I’m here,
What will the world be without you?
Happy mother’s day, ma! 💖✨
An aged passenger got into the share auto we were driving in, today, with baggage. But forgot to take it with him when he got down at his stop. The driver, the moment he noticed this, started calling out to him, but the man had already walked quite a distance and couldn’t probably hear him. So he reversed the vehicle upto him, handed his baggage over. The surprise, the gratitude, the happiness on the old man’s face was a vision that tugged at my heartstrings.
What a beautiful start to the day!💖
“Is she for real?
He takes her for granted, but she’s there for him no matter what,
He doesn’t have time for her, but she makes him her first priority, no matter when.”
“She’s his mother”
P.S. That’s my attempt at a tiny tale
Yesterday, I yet again realised how sensitive I am, to words, to emotions, to situations, to people. To people who I think belong to me. It was just another normal conversation, but the over-thinking brain in me found something to worry about, as usual.
After a series of texts and calls and conversations, and both of us became of wary ( I, of me, my friend, of me as well. What else?) I understood it was time to let go. To let go of the extremely fine thread of expectations I had. To let go of the hurt and the anger and the pain. To let go of the guilt and the misery and the doubt.
I realised I can’t go about carrying a “Handle With Care” sign in this world, when I am the odd one out. Every emotion has to be mutual. I mean, it’s okay to sometimes take the first step when there are signs of reciprocation from the other end. But otherwise, there are extremely few occasions when the gesture is appreciated. And understood. And returned. Because, most of the time there is only turbulence, disappointment, awkwardness and emptiness.
I find it easier to bring down my expectations than face the disappointment of them not being fulfilled. But now I’ll have to find ways to become less sensitive, because a) It sometimes become too much for people around me to handle, b) I don’t seem to be able to appreciate the lack of it in some, c) And sometimes it leaves a bad taste in people that it brings an emptiness in the equation I share with people – the pain of which I don’t seem to be able to handle.
Thank God for blogging though, I can pour out anything I’d want to express without any filter. And share my views without having to feel mortified about it.