Parent-child bonding

When a child is born, everybody loves her. The mother loves her the most.

I am considering, she’s a girl. You can think of her as a boy too. But, there’s a reason why I chose the child to be a girl. The parents carry her in their arms. Shows her the world. Gives her candies and all the love. They think she is learning by seeing the world and will remember what all she sees in her childhood.

But, she seldom remembers because she was a kid after all. The parents were doing all this so that when she grows up and leaves them alone in search of a job or pursue studies or get married, the parents will remember that they did such and such things for her. They will have tears in their eyes and unending love for their child. She will be unaware of all this. She didn’t remember things when she was a kid and she won’t be able to know when she grows up because she won’t be there with them.

But then, this is how it is. A child is born, she’s adored, she grows up, she moves out, parents live with memories. So, the incident when the parents are holding the kid in their arms and showing the moon and the stars and the vehicles on the roads, at that moment, all they want is to see that FANTASTIC smile on the kid’s face. Seldom they realize that those memories will stay with them longer than their kids.

And when the kids are all grown and independent(almost), parents hide their same emotional side fearing that the kids won’t like it and the kids hide because they think their parents won’t like(or sometimes ego issues like WHY SHALL I SAY FIRST?) and just like that one of the awesome relation on Earth is killed.

Stop reading this blog! STOP! Go, call your parent and talk to them, tell them how much you love them, how much you miss them. It’s now! Then come and like/comment here 😉

This post is inspired from the below Quora post –

Q : What is the deepest conversation you’ve ever had with someone?

A : When I was living in a hostel, my mom used to call me daily and we used to have this same 2 minute conversation.

Mom: Beta! How are you?

Me: I’m good.

Mom: Everything’s fine there?

Me: Yes.

Mom: You had your Dinner?

Me: Yes, Mom!

Mom: Anything else?

Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Mom: Good Night!

Me: Good Night!

Short conversation, right? Din’t find anything deep in it, did you? I don’t think most of you would have. But this is what she always meant.

Mom: Beta! How are you?

(I know you must be bored of this question by now, but me and your dad are always worried about you. Just listening to your voice everyday is an assurance for us)

Me: I’m good.

(It’s not easy. Its not exactly like home, but I’m managing somehow. I have my own ups and downs but don’t want to bother you and dad with this stuff)

Mom: Everything’s fine there?

(I know you’ll say yes, but your voice betrays you. I can feel you’re not okay. Something’s bothering you, but I also know that you won’t reveal unless you want to. And If I press it, you might get agitated. We just hope you’ll let us know. We’re always there for you)

Me: Yes, Mom!

(You might have sensed it already, but you know I can’t open up. I hope you don’t force it. I’ll handle it myself)

Mom: You had your Dinner?

(Another stupid question, right? But you don’t realize that even a small stupid detail about you is important for me. I hope you actually ate and won’t just say yes so that I feel good. I know you don’t like your mess food)

Me: Yes, Mom!

(Mess food sucks. I really miss home food. I am tired of eating mess food as well as outside food. Anyways, mess is already closed. I’ll go to canteen today again)

Mom: Anything else?

(Tell me if I can help you out, or atleast make you feel better by listening to you. I’m confident that you’re capable enough to handle any situation, but this is the least I can do for you)

Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

(I wish i could tell you. But I need to take care of this myself.

Mom: Good Night!

(I love you beta)

Me: Good Night!

(Love you too, Mom)

Love your parents. Love anyone and everyone. Love without any reason. Love is powerful. So, love yourself first. Love is unequivocal. But still, feel and smile.

P.S.: Yeah! It was powerful. To make you feel better, go listen to Crawling back to you of Backstreet boys! Or, you can go ahead and check this video as a solo-traveler 😉

Live alone together

Make me aware
That my skin is beautiful
Which covers my soul
You’re my soulmate
So love me
I know
But I want to feel
How it feels
To be loved
On the skin
I want to love
Your skin
Want to embrace
Closeness
And minimal distance
Between us
Don’t be afraid
I won’t force myself
But will respect
Your unsaid words
And seek your permission
Before moving ahead
I know you want it
I know I want it
But this shyness
And this fear
Is what is the barrier
Let’s forget those
For a while
See how wonderfully
We fit together
Without further thinking
Let’s just forget
The world and
Live alone together

P.S.: Let’s be romantic and spread love. Today’s pick is Rooftop by Zara Larsson 🙂 Goodnight folks ❤

From time to time..

Want to listen something?
Something, which matters
Not only to you
But also to me
And also to every individual
Then follow the below
No matter whether
You’re reading this on laptop
Or your phones
Just be calm
Stop any music, if you’re playing
Stop any other work
Just for 2 minutes
Give me that
Concentrate
Be still
And think of yourself
Your life
Your happiness
Your pain
Your failures
Your achievements
Let all these
Play in a slideshow
In your mind
Let it roll
Let it be remembered
Let it be there
In your minds
Forever
Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember
Be grateful to everyone
Be happy for everything
Be blessed by all
Spread the smiles
And the realization
That we’re humans
And it’s absolutely okay
To take sometime out
And let the slideshow run
Listen to the silence around you
Listen to the voices inside
Listen to the screams of your heart
Listen to the unhearable..

Counter clockwise moment..

I am trying to sleep staring at the ceiling of my room

Concentrating on the blades of the fan

How they are moving counter clockwise

And their peculiar movement brought back

All the hidden and long forgotten memories

It is as if I am looking on a projector

The blades of the fan not being any hindrance

I can see us talking on the couch

Laughing and teasing at the beginning

Being friends and exchanging numbers

Then talking to each other late nights

Trying to make the other smile when gloomy

Trying to make the other special

All those times of intermingled fingers

Of closeness and of intimate moments

All right there in front with the best smile

On her face and the feeling of completeness

On mine and the air filled with love and care

There were moments of tangos and dancing

And laughs and me on my knees

And she covering her face with her palm

There were moments of quarrels also

With her facing the other side

And me holding dairy milk but with vain

There were times of support also

When my Grandpa expired and she was there for me

Holding me right and trying her best to make me feel better

There were times of anger with no one letting go of ego

And not talking for weeks but just 1 sorry

1 smile was enough to make things straight

There were hugs and touches and locked lips and trust

It was US there and then a drop of tear

Rolled down from the corner of my right eye

It was like reality punched me at my gut

And all I could do was turn my side

Rub my face on the pillow

Hoping that she is happy and not going through the same phase

And not looking at the fan helped me

Avoid the past and gradually I was

Inside the blanket of sleep!!

It all came down on me at once..

It was raining when I left office

Had a stressed day

Was in an arguement with my senior

But then apologised and patched things up

But still, I shouldn’t had yelled at him

There I was in the bus

All wet from the rain

Sudden rainfall and you’re heavy

Thankfully got seat in the bus

And that too window was not being closed

And that was the last available empty seat

Rested my ass and exhaled

Closing my eyes and reminiscing the happenings of today

I have to control my tongue

Anger was correct I know that

And it was more irritation and frustration

And so and so

Went down the memory lane looking at the rain outside

How I have reached here, drenched and frustrated

And there it was, everything right in front of me

All the good days, bad days, ugly days

And time just flew away all in a flash

One blink of an eye and I was deserted

As if I was left behind, far behind

And all others, everyone have gone forward at lightning speed

It not only made me sad and devastated but also happy for all

As atleast they are doing good with their lives

I was left staring at my own reflection on the window glass

Which was dirty, misty and that blurred reflection said it all

Just then a drop of tear fell from my eye

And in the window reflection, I saw it’s course down my cheek to edge of the lip to the chin

And pretended(mostly to myself) that something entered my eye

Due to this windy raining evening

And when I saw if someone caught me shedding that one tear

I saw that no on was there for me or atleast looking at me

All were occupied with their own troubles or the temporary phase of happiness

And then I reached my stop

Gathered my bag, excused myself till the exit

And was down again in the rain and all drenched.

It’s her wish to visit Taj..

Memories had entangled me then
I was busy wasting my precious time
On these unnecessary things
Jumbled up in the tensions of Work
Life, it’s ups & downs
Family, friends and buses and bikes
And all the daily chores.

There was crowd everywhere around me
I was surrounded by them
But there I was all alone
Lost, confused and helpless
Then I sat down at the stairs of a building there
And suddenly my eyes fell on a bird
That had come and sat there beside me
She was happy I can tell
As she was playing with its food
Hopping on that stair
Breezing away with the wind and then returning back
Going from one branch to the other of the banyan tree on the roadside
It seemed as if She was from some other place
May be a neighbouring country
I was left staring at her for hours
Staring at her freedom, at her happiness,
at her sincerity, at her way of life
Staring at her for long
Helped me forget my tensions
My chaotic life, my unmindful works
My life filled with hassles
I realized that she was talking to me
With her actions
As if sharing her stories
Her experiences and wishes
She was happy to be here
And She had heard a lot about the beauty of Taj Mahal
And asked me If I can accompany her
and show her The Symbol of Love, The Taj
So that when she goes back to her home
She will take back the beauty of Taj
and also the memories of the time spent with me
That she can cherish all her life..