Yes, I am
changing! An ode to creators of life
My dear children,
When I held you in
my arms, my dear pink/blue ladoo,s and we made eye contact. Then, you smiled
and wrapped your little fingers around my forefinger. At that very moment ....I
changed.
Ambitious young
girl was gone: A mother was born.
When you slept
peacefully, to ensure you have uninterrupted sleep,
My clinking
bangles were gone: A mother was born.
When you garlanded
your arms around my neck, and said, Mummy, this necklace hurts me,
Heavy jewellery was
gone: Tulsi mala was born.
When you pulled
strands from my long black silky hair, played and pulled them umpteen times,
Long black tresses
(my treasure!) was gone: girl with short hair was born
When you
innocently remarked, mummy, embroidery / stone/ zari work in your dress cause
rash,
Heavy dresses were
gone: girl in fab india cotton kurti was born.
When you wanted to
play with me, run around, do cycling etc,
High heels/platforms
were gone: Girl in sneakers was born
When you played
with my “ Shilpa bindi “ ( shilpa chaar chaand lagaye, remember the tagline in
ad) and put in it your mouth,
Shilpa bindi was
gone: kesar tilak was born
When you wanted to
eat food- Indian, continental, south indian, Chinese
Free spirited mast
girl was gone: Chef with multi-cuisine talent was born.
When you said, “
Mummy, when will you come home from work ? “
Professional,
ambitious girl, slowed down(was not gone) : a mother was born .
All these thoughts
churned in my mind last evening, as I was cleaning my cupboard and came across
numerous hair clips, bangles, bindi,s etc, I stood frozen in time as flashback
of 20 years quickly played in front
of my eyes. The
girl who started on this journey 20 years ago and the girl (Soul never age, it,s only a physical change) who was looking at me
in the mirror,
Are these two
girls same?.
No! I have
changed, rather changing for better.
Looking back, I
felt contented with my two decades journey of pure bliss, happiness with ups
and downs (definitely at times).
A wide smile came across
my face.
Felt happy with
the beautiful change.
My pink ladoo,
left for college to pursue her dreams:
a writer was
born........
Hurray ! Yippee!
Love,
Juju
5 comments:
Such a wonderfully symbiotic relationship is of a mother with her children. Both are the creation and the creator at the same time. I tasted poetry in this piece.
Spectacular
Well written Juju. Change is nature of life. To accept it and enjoy every phase of life is the best way to live life
Hatya off to the mom!!
A befitting ode to all mothers or even better "рдоां"
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