Thursday, September 8, 2016

One fine day and many days there after

Hey! Are you up for a trip to our friends place?
She thinks for a while and says Sure, why not!
He comes to her place and picks her up.She is excited for the drive and most of all to get to the friends place.

The bike slides in between many cars like wind through the sky. Ride with him would always be thrilling. He used to drive fast since he had good driving skills. They reach their friends place. He is excited to meet everyone he knew. She is excited to meet someone she knew.

To her dismay, the friend is not home. They call, they message but they were unable to get a hold of their friend so they decide to wait.  The clock ticks slowly second by second, time flies by minute by minute, minute turns into hours but no sign of the friend.

Finally towards the end of the day, the friend makes his way to his place. All her excitement is lost by then, she is tired and emotionally drained. Since the friend is there, they spend some time roaming around.

Time to go back to home.

Couple of more trips similar to this, mostly the same place and the same wish. Additional trips kept making their way around, some with sweet some with bitter memories floating around!

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Fathers Day - Reconciling with my memories

Father's day celebration is a big celebration in my culture. There is no doubt that this is one of the major celebrations. Why wouldn't it be a big celebration! Everyone is looking forward to thank the person who has a big role in planting the seed for a new life to be born in this world.

However, I do not have any great memories of this celebration. After being born at my maternal home, I had a complete family, except for a father. It was strange at first when I could not understand why my cousins had a Father whom they could celebrate this holy day with, but I did not. Then came a time when I came to know that I did not have a Father living with us. So, my uncle, who I thought might be someone similar to a father, is not my father but my cousin’s father. Gradually, I understood the fact that my father did exist, but my relationship with him does not exist because of the separation between my Mom and him during the time I was in my Mother's womb.

So, a celebration for the majority of the people never became a celebration for me. My confused and broken heart was crushed every year because of the emptiness that I felt during this celebration. I was left to wonder if I am the unlucky one and if my birth may have been one of the many reasons for the separation.

The reality had led to a series of sad moments in my life. But, all these sad memories were just my heart over thinking and reacting towards it. I have now come to realize that my Mom has been the pillar of strength for me, as a father is for many people. She has taught me to be independent, respect elders, love younger ones, support family and never give up on my ambition. When I see her not shed a single tear and not complain no matter how difficult the situation is, I am really grateful to God for giving me a person who did her best as a Mother. She is my hero and my role model in my life.  This is the reason, I want to take this moment to thank my Mom. Thank you Mom for taking all my sad memories of this celebration and turning it into a happy celebration in your own special way.