Everyday.
It has been almost 8 months that my mother passed away.8 pain full months.It is hard to accept that The word "maa" does not exist in my vocabulary anymore.My "maa" took that away from me as she left this world.
Every morning as I try to rise above this awful sadness I feel,I realize how much she meant to me. My life has lost its meaning, lost the happiness I had once.I know every one has their own agenda and no one has the time to grieve with me, and I dont expect that from anyone either.
As I was thinking about "maa", I recalled a very funny event .Once we were going to our maternal grandmaa's village.My grandfather(paternal) packed lunch for us, called the bullock cart ,made the bed inside the cart, made us all comfy and set us off.My mother ,my three brothers and me. It was a scorching summer afternoon.
All of us left.My mother and I was sitting inside the cart, while my brothers were walking ,trotting ,playing with every single stick they would find, climbing every tree they would see, plucking mangoes and eating them raw, while I was sitting with mother ,baby of the house.
Suddenly a big hill came and it became very hard for the oxen to pull the cart above the hill along with people inside .So the coach man asked us to come out for a while so that he can cross the hill and come down again.My mother and I got out of the cart and started walking.Climbing up the hill was really challenging but the moment we reached the top of the hill my happiness had no boundaries, because I knew now I will get to slide down the hill .My bothers were already at the foot of the hill so my mother thought it is now safe for me to slide down.
I took off and started sliding and then rolling down like a rock.I was so happy on that roller coaster ride.
My mother standing there ,at the top of the hill watching me slide and having fun.
I still remember her laughter and joyful face .
Anytime I am sad, I dont know why, but this single moment comes to my mind out of so many other memories I have of her.
May be this is how she was ,full of radiant energy, full of love and laughter.
Every morning as I try to rise above this awful sadness I feel,I realize how much she meant to me. My life has lost its meaning, lost the happiness I had once.I know every one has their own agenda and no one has the time to grieve with me, and I dont expect that from anyone either.
As I was thinking about "maa", I recalled a very funny event .Once we were going to our maternal grandmaa's village.My grandfather(paternal) packed lunch for us, called the bullock cart ,made the bed inside the cart, made us all comfy and set us off.My mother ,my three brothers and me. It was a scorching summer afternoon.
All of us left.My mother and I was sitting inside the cart, while my brothers were walking ,trotting ,playing with every single stick they would find, climbing every tree they would see, plucking mangoes and eating them raw, while I was sitting with mother ,baby of the house.
Suddenly a big hill came and it became very hard for the oxen to pull the cart above the hill along with people inside .So the coach man asked us to come out for a while so that he can cross the hill and come down again.My mother and I got out of the cart and started walking.Climbing up the hill was really challenging but the moment we reached the top of the hill my happiness had no boundaries, because I knew now I will get to slide down the hill .My bothers were already at the foot of the hill so my mother thought it is now safe for me to slide down.
I took off and started sliding and then rolling down like a rock.I was so happy on that roller coaster ride.
My mother standing there ,at the top of the hill watching me slide and having fun.
I still remember her laughter and joyful face .
Anytime I am sad, I dont know why, but this single moment comes to my mind out of so many other memories I have of her.
May be this is how she was ,full of radiant energy, full of love and laughter.
Comments
Post a Comment