I wouldn’t exist today, if my
parents were not together. My life started as a cell inside her womb. Having
safely nurtured, she bestowed me with an opportunity to see the world. She
shared me all that she could, and relieved my pain with happiness. She helped
me recuperate from illness and gave me her best comfort. And in return, I
exchanged her kindness with madness. The pain of nourishing and giving birth to
me was intolerable to her.
The trouble of raising me became
severe to her, as I started growing up. She didn’t understand my needs and
wants. All she did was caress me in her warm arm, all night long with lullaby.
Every night was nightmare for her because she couldn’t sleep soundly. I
disturbed her, whenever I wanted to but that wasn’t intentional. She poured
frustration on me and it was of no use. I was like a body with no soul and I could
barely see things with my eyes.
I gradually started transforming
with the help of her love and care. I could see the things around me and at
times, I too could laugh but not in proper way. Every time, I took shelter in
her arms crying for milk. The words could not be uttered from my mouth, though
I had one. Distance could not be covered even if I was gifted with legs. It was
almost like rudimentary organs. There wasn’t proper place for me to shit and
pee. All that I could do was cry whenever my diapers were wet. She was there
for me to do all those stuffs.
The period of trouble slowly
subsidized as the time flew by. Since then, I was able to crawl and make senses
in my little ways. The burden of soldering me became less. Still, the need for
feeding the little boy was necessary. She took extra responsibility to shape
and guide me through tough times. The fear of losing me hung around in her mind
and I was protected from fire, water, pointed objects and so on. She gave me
whatever was needed and kept me happy.
Since they didn’t want me to toil
later in life, I was enrolled in a school. They wanted me to be self-reliant
when I grow up. At times, they would be rude and punish me for misbehaving but
with good purposes. I would always nag her, whenever I could. Finally, the
boyhood mischief days were over.
Those nostalgic days often brings
smile on my face and tears in my eyes. How funny was I, when I reflect back on
my bygone days? And now, life has taken a different twist and I am no more the
same. I have duties to bear and something to do. Time has come for me to prove
myself and I can’t effort to be the same puppet to her, any more. I have come
all this way and the credit goes to my parents.
Today, she calls me ‘SIR’ and I
proudly raise my head, hugging her. I feel very much honored to be her son. I
will never forget your kindness and I promise you that, I will make you feel
the same as I do right now. You will linger in me till the end of time.
Apa and Ama, where would I be
without you two. Thank you for everything.
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