Yes its been a long long time -- almost forgotten I had a blog! Life races by, now picking up speed, now at a standstill.... and yet constantly flowing...
I wonder why or where one's choices change, paths meander towards erstwhile un-thought of, unimagined paths..
There was a time, not that many years ago, that was entirely made up of the pitter-patter of tiny, then not-so-tiny feet ... the glorious rituals of waking the children, dunking them into a shower, while happily concocting varied delicacies for their tiffins.. packing their bags.. and sending them off to school with the faithful auto-man!
Then one by one, the babies grew into responsible young adults ( well.. Aanchal did!!) and it was time for her to leave home and venture out onto her chosen paths...
There was a void, but that got filled with the antics and escapades of our Brat ! Music, chaos, noise, action, movement, laughter filled every corner of my home.. a symphony composed of the assorted flora and fauna of Brat's pals that filled every nook and cranny of this abode..
Years dwindled into months, months into weeks, weeks into tiny moments of countless memories... some warm and happy, some scary... and the Terrible twins.. Brat and Shalu, the younger monster daughter :)...very sincerely undertook their duties of never letting my quicksilver mind gravitate into complacency of any kind!
And then came their turn.. to fly the coop! Happy to see both my lame fledglings find their forte and cheerfully fly towards the horizon of their dreams.. Yet unable to completely rid my heart of the gossamer strings of maternal dependence.. I lost myself into new walks of life, ably supported by my best friend and partner of these three decades - my husband, Rajiv. Helped along with the unconditional support of the three offshoots of my existence..
I look back at the years gone by, and know that they will never come back. But the most precious parts of those years are still with me.. framed in old photographs, tiny much-washed clothes, school uniforms, old cassettes, tiny scraps of scribbly writings on pages torn out from copy books...and in the eyes of the children, where their pride and love for their dad and me shines like a million stars...
I thank the Almighty, for the place I hold in the hearts of my family.. for the friendship we all share.. for the privilege of living my life all over again through the windows of my children's lives.. which they willingly let me be part of ! And for giving us a son in law who has slipped into the recesses of our hearts so easily and so quickly, that it feels he has always been here! For my mom, and the depths of her love for all of us. And for so many of her strengths that I have in me today.
Yes my house is quiet today. The rooms whose walls are adorned with memories are still. But yet there is happiness and rhythm in that stillness.. the silence that is shattered by the Ting! of the mail from one of them, the tinkle of the mobile heralding a call from one or the other.. sharing an anecdote, a thought, a dream..
I love you - Mom, Rajiv, Aanchal, Gourav, Saahil, Shalu...and this ones for you all!
Thank you ,
I wonder why or where one's choices change, paths meander towards erstwhile un-thought of, unimagined paths..
There was a time, not that many years ago, that was entirely made up of the pitter-patter of tiny, then not-so-tiny feet ... the glorious rituals of waking the children, dunking them into a shower, while happily concocting varied delicacies for their tiffins.. packing their bags.. and sending them off to school with the faithful auto-man!
Then one by one, the babies grew into responsible young adults ( well.. Aanchal did!!) and it was time for her to leave home and venture out onto her chosen paths...
There was a void, but that got filled with the antics and escapades of our Brat ! Music, chaos, noise, action, movement, laughter filled every corner of my home.. a symphony composed of the assorted flora and fauna of Brat's pals that filled every nook and cranny of this abode..
Years dwindled into months, months into weeks, weeks into tiny moments of countless memories... some warm and happy, some scary... and the Terrible twins.. Brat and Shalu, the younger monster daughter :)...very sincerely undertook their duties of never letting my quicksilver mind gravitate into complacency of any kind!
And then came their turn.. to fly the coop! Happy to see both my lame fledglings find their forte and cheerfully fly towards the horizon of their dreams.. Yet unable to completely rid my heart of the gossamer strings of maternal dependence.. I lost myself into new walks of life, ably supported by my best friend and partner of these three decades - my husband, Rajiv. Helped along with the unconditional support of the three offshoots of my existence..
I look back at the years gone by, and know that they will never come back. But the most precious parts of those years are still with me.. framed in old photographs, tiny much-washed clothes, school uniforms, old cassettes, tiny scraps of scribbly writings on pages torn out from copy books...and in the eyes of the children, where their pride and love for their dad and me shines like a million stars...
I thank the Almighty, for the place I hold in the hearts of my family.. for the friendship we all share.. for the privilege of living my life all over again through the windows of my children's lives.. which they willingly let me be part of ! And for giving us a son in law who has slipped into the recesses of our hearts so easily and so quickly, that it feels he has always been here! For my mom, and the depths of her love for all of us. And for so many of her strengths that I have in me today.
Yes my house is quiet today. The rooms whose walls are adorned with memories are still. But yet there is happiness and rhythm in that stillness.. the silence that is shattered by the Ting! of the mail from one of them, the tinkle of the mobile heralding a call from one or the other.. sharing an anecdote, a thought, a dream..
I love you - Mom, Rajiv, Aanchal, Gourav, Saahil, Shalu...and this ones for you all!
Thank you ,
