May 13
I just had a nightmare which made me wake up with a startle. I don’t want to write about it though. But what it made me realize is the one thing that I love, cherish, treasure and prize the most. Something without which, I don’t see how my life can further- My parents. I know you should never love something so much but I just can’t help it. So this blog is dedicated to them.
Touchwood Touchwood Touchwood Touchwood Touchwood
It’s about love so unconditional, so selfless, so true, so pure that it’s not earthly. Yeah they are my parents. These bonds run so so deep that realization won’t come until it snaps (heaven forbid). The roughest time I have had with them was during my teens. I won’t blame anyone for this though... There was serious miscommunication between us. I was all very irate and irascible and they had no clue about my “ridiculous and absurd” behavior. But then you realize that just because they don’t understand doesn’t mean they don’t love you.
My mom is still a very child at heart. I always wonder how she can manage to remain all cheerful most of the time, no matter what happens. She is like the most talkative person in house and when my sis and she come together, it’s like they get topics pouring down from all over the world to talk about. I keep thinking how they can talk absolutely inane stuff for so long. However, when it comes to communication between us, it’s like her thoughts goes in one frequency and mine in a completely different range. The only thing that she understands is that I am sad and that I need to be happy no matter how. And until I am happy she would keep on suggesting her ‘innovative solutions’ and ultimately assign it to some rahu-sani graha dosa. (For starters, she is an astrologer.) I really enjoy taunting her about her astrology stuffs which “runs the world and all our actions are dictated by some loony poor planet doing their sentence revolving around sun”. However jokes apart, knowing the fact that someone becomes sad when you are sad makes them so much adorable that it’s indescribable.
Now about papa..They are just so opposite. My communication is better with him than the same with mom. He also can’t see me sad and would end up becoming sad himself. His favorite topic of discussion when I go home is talking about all the funny theories of mummy and complaining about her ways. Nywz, I just don’t know how and what I can write which will rightly portray the bonds and their love for me. Touchwood!