I am in Mumbai for the last two days. Coming home is always been a mixed bag of emotions. Initially therewere complains about traffic, corruption and what not... I usually don't dwell too much of my time in "oh how difficult it is to come back and live in this mess?", "how can you live in such conditions?..". I guess I need to complain anyway's. After all mixed bag of emotions, there is biggest respite that this place is you and your very being. This place is where your life began, the place where your family lives and your friends are always there with open arms to pick up threads of life from where you last left them. No questions asked no mention of distance and the length of time we have not seen each other. Friends who have been there during thick and thin . Life picks up from the very time you left them the last time. Things you belive that you have read in books and are not true.
Every trip to my city has been a journey of accepting and adjusting to change. Change which your being does not easily accept, seeing your parents age and coping with pangs of growing old. I used to feel defeated seeing them grow old and coping and accepting old age.
In the last few trips I seen my Ma grow old and stronger. She is close to 80 years and has had a relatively a rough life. She has had her share of emotional and physical suffering.She has fallen in various places, in the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, etc. Has had broken bones and injured nose and bruised eyes. But every time she surprises me by standing tall without any assistance. She is back on her feet and is ready to take the world with her will tocarry herself with dignity ( and sometime with dangerous consequences). Standing tall without taking anyones support and sympathy. She revives my hope and inspires me to stand tall aganist all odds.
Maa Tujhe Salaam.
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This is such an inspirational post!! I only have two comments -
1. You've kind of forgotten that you have great friends here in Dubai as well... :-(
2. Sunil - you have a lot to learn from your mom!!! She obviously is a lot stronger than you... As she revives your hopes... I hope you are able to stand tall thru all odds as well...
See you soon...
There are some friends you simply can't define the depth of our friendship. This requires a lot of thought so that you do not belittle or marginalize the relationship. And you are one of those friends... where I will not name it with my limited vocabulary. I will strive in all honesty to improve and grow so that I can give a befitting description as to what you mean to me as a person... Till than, I will live and I will learn
In all honesty why does one even have to define the depth of a relationship.. That should be defined or even measured by what the person means to you and only you.. As Sunil has given us the best example.. Mom! The word itself means so much to each and everyone.. But yet we do not sit and measure the love or define the depth of the relationship.. The love a Mom would have for her children could never even be imagined by us.. As such every relationship should be seen and percieved as such.. Just love and respect do not stand to judge or measure..
The two of you might just be friends and still feel like telling each other the depth ofthat friendship.. But to me even though I am not involved in this conversation, the two of you are family.. The only difference I see is that one is a gift from God and the other was a gift from Sis..
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