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 ❤

I swear I tried..

As I see the

Tears from the sky

Fall on the surface

Of the earth

And mostly it

Brings joy to me

But today

I m Drenched and

Hollow and

Gloomy

Because

The past

Hindered with me

As I saw the scars

Again on her face

Her cute little face

Blood dripping from it

Her eyes blood red

She all scared

By not the scars

Because she can lie

But the scars won’t lie

They will scream

About the beatings

About the slaps

About the torture

About the violence

About the victory

Of that fucking SOB

Because she chose to lie

She chose to stay mum

She chose to love him

She chose to forgive him

And by doing this

She chose Death

Not the easy soothing & immediate one

But a more grievous

Day-by-day one

And God help her with

Her slow poison death

And I tried

I swear I tried

To help her

To stop him

And it did stop

But it was just

A matter of days

And the ritual has

Again started

And its more fierce

As if the days off

Are being paid

With interest

And now all I can

Do to save my Angel

My mother

Is cry with her

And hope that

As the rain water

Gets washed into drains

Our tears will somehow

Find there way to peace

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