~My Sun Rises with Her anklets Ting-linging and sets with her hands covering me with a blanket~



I was not planning on writing this today or may be I wasn't planning on writing it at all as it is a sensitive time of my life.But some words couldn't be neatly kept inside.So Here We Are scattering it perfectly all over the place . . .

                           

                  Last 7 days has been like a song that is sweetly sorrowful in all of its verses.More like a stock market graph...Drastically down and drastically up ,Down and Up , Down and Up.My Mom has been caught in a severe state.For 3 days straight She couldn't get up from her bed.Sorry , But words will fail to describe What I felt at that moment.All I was praying for was A Positive signal.After 3 Days She woke up wearing tiredness all over her which was unusual and alien to me as I have never seen her as anything less than strong.She ate a little bread and took medicines and went back to her dreams.

                         

                    I in the meanwhile found myself lost in what seemed like an endless maze.Despite of Exams being so close I couldn't concentrate on studies.May be it was my fault or may be it was no one's.You know , All My life one thing that I have been constantly running away from is cooking.I never got the Idea of Why Only Women are supposed to spend all their life in a 4 by 4 space called Kitchen and I still don't.So I decided to break this unwritten rule and Hardly entered Kitchen.But , Suprisingly When Situation demanded I found myself making meals , washing dishes , Cleaning the house.All these things that I never thought I would consider doing in my life , I chose to do.You never know how life is gonna take turn so the least we can do is to be ready for whatever is ahead of us.

                          

                   All these days , when I try to remember , appear in black and white as if no other colour was ever known to my world.Like a piano , Yes! A piano , I was playing between my fingers my days of restlessness.She has gotten quite better now Thanks to Krishna.But , The fear has caught me hard.I am no one to compare anyone's sorrow with other but After this instance I realised All of My so called sadness , Be it not getting good numbers or Be it getting scolded by a professor , Be it being left out of some occasion or Be it losing a friend , They just didn't make any sense.Now , I realise How much I miss The music of her Anklets , How much It meant to deal with all the house chores alone and still finding time for all of us.

               

                  I am sorry I never realised your silence hides so many obligations that I left count of.I never realised how hard it was to prepare food even when you are caught in a fever.Even when no one cared to Thank you , you didn't stop doing all the things you do for us.Come to think of it I have never seen you living for your own self , Doing something that pleases your heart.May be you never shared or may be you have been doing it for years for Us.Either way You are my sun and I am happy that you have risen againthat now You are Okay.I have the strength in me from you and all I wanna do is to give you strength all the same. 




                     For Bearing me All This while, Thank You Mother !💝


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