One of the many beautiful moments in life

Our mind is like a history book. It keeps tracks of the good, the bad, and the ugly memories of our life. It’s said that when we are on the verge of being free from this world or have a near death experience(NDE), we see flashes of good times of ours in front of us.

How true is the above, I do not know because I haven’t had any NDE but I’d like to believe that it’s true. And for that, if I put myself in that situation I can say I will have some series of good memories flashing in front of me.

My beautiful memories would include falling from my bicycle in 1st standard(I was 6-7years old). It was a hot day and I was back from school. That day I was gifted a cycle by my parents. I was on cloud nine. My happiness knew no bounds. I didn’t even care to change my school dress after returning home. I saw the cycle with the key unlocked when I got down from my father’s bike. He said to me, “Son, this is your gift for getting good marks and also because you are of age to learn to ride a bicycle. Your sister has one & now it’s time for you to learn it too. Don’t try stunts & don’t ride alone. And one more thing, don’t compare yourself with your friends and all the things they have & you don’t because you don’t mention the things which you have & they don’t. And now, please smile, give me a hug, and go inside home and have some food.”

My father left for work and behind him, I also took my new red colored Neon cycle and sat on it with my left leg on the paddle & my right leg on the ground. My mother came shouting my name because I didn’t even keep my bag in the home. She knew it was going to be more trouble with this new cycle. She knew I was naughty and my naughtiness is going to increase with my new partner in crime being gifted to me. I called out to my sister but she didn’t respond. Maybe she was sleeping as she was sick and didn’t go to the school that day. I was getting impatient to ride my new cycle. I owned a tricycle and had ridden it numerous times in our lane and also on the street. But this new cycle was bigger than that. I was a dwarf then and hence it was difficult for me to reach the ground after applying brakes and prevent any mishap. I decided that I won’t ride sitting on the seat because my legs won’t reach the ground. I was not afraid of any injuries(I will get some days off from school & tuitions) but I was scared that my parents will take away my new cycle because I can’t ride properly & so I thought of riding it slowly & cautiously.

My mother asked me to come home & have some food but I was stern and lifted my right leg from the ground onto the paddle and off it went. I was finally riding my new cycle. The bell was also sounding melodious to me with its TIN-TIN sound. I was happy and frightened at the same moment. My mother had the same frightened expression on her face. She was surprised that I was able to ride it. I was smiling. I paddled it and it went smoothly. I had a dream of riding my cycle without holding its handle but I thought of performing that majestic stunt when my mother was not watching or else my father would definitely snatch away my precious gift. I kept paddling & I looked back to make sure that my mother was looking at me riding the cycle. I gave her a grin and waved my right hand in full swing. Her expression changed from frightening to fear and THUD!!

I groaned & shouted, “Moommmmmmm!!” and there she was, holding my head on her lap. I was crying because I had injured my knees(due to my school half pant). I accidentally rode over the bricks at the roadside and fell off. This is what happens when we are over excited. My mother caressed me and wiped my tears and kissed my forehead. She asked me to stop crying and also said that she was happy that I could ride my new cycle in the first attempt and she also promised that she won’t tell father anything about this incident. I didn’t believe her & she double promised me that she won’t. I took my cycle & thankfully there were no major scratches on it. We three walked to our home. I changed my clothes and freshened up and ate some food. My mother applied ointment on my injury too.

She made me promise that I won’t be this irresponsible again while riding my new bicycle and I gladly agreed. I loved the love I received from my mother. It was special and beautiful for me. My sister woke up from her nap and started laughing on seeing my injury but I had a feeling of pride on my face because of my valiant first attempt at cycle riding.

Now, I have seen my mother & father make so many sacrifices for our family but they have never let their children feel any different from the rest. They have done their best to impart good behavior and sane thinking in us. If we(my siblings & I) turn out to be bad/evil then it’s definitely our own fault 😀

There are many more beautiful memories but this will one of the top-rated stories for me and I will always remember the love in my mother’s eyes while wiping my tears. She had tears in her eyes. She was crying because I was crying. She was trying to stop me from crying while crying herself. This is why I love her the most and this is why this memory is my best beautiful memory. So, if ever I am in an NDE state, I will remember this good memory. It made me smile now too.

 

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P.S.: Today’s pick is Shape of my heart by Backstreet boys(this is my favorite band) ❤ Today is the 3rd anniversary of Smiles here & smiles there 🙂 And this site exists because of my cousin Chinks. It’s her birthday today and she has always been a constant inspiration to me since my kiddo days ❤

Fist fight

As a youth, you have to be a part of a fist fight to show your manliness. Unfortunately, I haven’t been in any. Oh no! I remember now, I was also in a fist fight and it was started by him.

I didn’t want to ever add “BEEN IN A FIST FIGHT” to my life’s resume but we seldom get what we want. The worst part of being in a fist fight is either your face or your hands(sometimes both) are bruised. With me, it was none.

So the good news is, I smacked him. My right hand landed on his left chin, which burst open his lip and he was stunned. He didn’t expect this and so did I. Both were surprised, he fumbled and fell on the sofa and looked at me with anger in his eyes. I was holding his right hand with my left one. We made eye contact and the amount of hatred he had for me was waiting to be erupted as a volcano.

Nothing was audible to me. I was angry and it was only shown in my reflex punch & raging eyes. Other than that, I was calm. Then all of a sudden, voices started getting audible and started getting louder with rising decibel. Some cries, some begging. All vague.

I looked around and saw my mother pulling my shirt and begging me to stop. I couldn’t make sense of it all. I was hypnotised by emotions.  Then the anger in my eyes descended and the anger in my father’s eyes too. He came to the realization that hitting his spouse do not make him any STRONGER and hence the reflex punch and that is how it feels to be beaten and that too by his own blood. I am sure he must have wished IF HIS SPERM DIDN’T FUSE MY MOM’S OVARY THAT NIGHT. But, the damage’s done & we all have to face the things we are entitled to. His time of realization had just started and he was within his boundaries since that fight.

Now, as a son, I don’t want this fight to be in my resume or to be proud of. But that’s life. We get what we are entitled to and not what we imagine.

P.S.: Today’s pick is Army of Ellie Goulding 🙂

No More pleading..

Pleads

To not harm

To not beat anymore

To not give pain

Comes from the heart

Of a mother

When her children

Are being tormented

By their own father

Because they are

Close to the mother

And not him

Because they share

Their feelings with her

And not him

And the mother

Cries helplessly

Pleads for mercy

Begs for the torment

To stop

Not thinking

That the mother has

All the power

To take care of her children

And take them with her

Just as she would had done

If not for her husband

She is strong

She knows it

And could had proved also

But it was her husband

She was to face

And that made her weak

That made her a crying doll

That made her a puppet

This made her children weak

This made him strong

Because she had forgotten

That other’s weakness

Is not her strength

And vice versa

When she realized

She acted

She stood her ground

Protected her children

And now they all smile

And try to help as many as possible..

What about the father?

No one cares..

P.S. :  And here ends another month, another September and today’s choice is When September ends of Green day 🙂