Yes. . I Miss you even today
Sharing your life & your birthday
But happy that you are together
Remembering your quarrels
And your love for each other.
Mummy.. the wild, angry & practical one
Papa… the strong, silent & emotional one
A love which is a rare treasure
A love which withstood society’s pressure.
Never displayed affections for the world
They showed love is not a noun but a verb
A Tamil Brahmin man
Going to a butcher
To buy fish & meat
Just for his wife
A rare sight to picture.
How he forgoed lunch for a month
So he could buy her a purse
Heard this umpteen times
Just to fulfill all her whims.
Towards her end
His love grew stronger
As she grew weaker
Taking care of her
Combing her hair, grooming her.
She told me .. you will survive
You are strong
But he will not live
And like a movie.. she died in his arms.
I looked at him.. said think about me
I too have lost and need solace
A vacant look in his eyes
Lost his charm, his life
He was in another world
Which ended with his wife.
They thought only for each other
Till Death do us apart
As they say …
So whenever a thunder
Or a lightning on the way.
I laugh & think
My mother must be fighting
With my Father even there…
They are not gone
Now ..My son ..the strong, silent & practical one.
My daughter .. the wild, firebrand & sensitive one.
The cycle is on
From one umbilical cord
From one chapter to other…
picture credit : Nathan Dumlao from unsplash