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.