chapter 2
it was all the stories of beautiful childhood, the memories which still live within us, whose residence is our hearts. the thing is that i want to highlight how we loved each other , how relations of blood involve deeper connections of soul , how one's breath becomes other 's life and how the bonds can never be broken even if they seem as bitter as bitter gourd , it is still beneficial and healthy to carry on as bitter gourd is , though bitter but really beneficial. of course, relationship[s ] is not about benefits and extracting profit out of each other but surely is about being happy with each other at heart.
things seem too bitter now and looking at the past is just as looking at the wintry window pane after snowfall , all misty and unclear , but beautiful like a dream and the best thing about it is if i touch this windowpane the things will become clear and the sunshine will shine through it and that is what i strive to do now to our relationship. we have saved each other in the past through very dire situations and have sometimes failed but took perfect care of each other at every step and even the sourness of our relation now is like sour curd which if overkept in heat for a long time grows sour and that happens because there was a time when you must have tested it but you forgot and allowed it to stay there for some time longer. but anways now i hope everything goes fine. this perfection of love and care was perhaps responsible for the slightest unconcern becoming an issue . it was not like that we did not quarrel previously when everything was as sweet as sugar and honey but things are simpler when we are younger mostly because of absence of huge egos and children like animals seem to understand each other better but growing older swallows all these finer feelings as a river swallows all vegetation on its bank when there is a flood .
it all started one fine evening, we were talking to each other and having our usual share of fun when suddenly all love seemed to vanish and reality came to surface. we were sitting in our drawing room discussing the golden years of our childhood with utmost care in our subconscious mind to have them as rosy as possible and ignoring all things that could unnecessarily pain our hearts. this was autumn and many leaves were shedding from the beautiful trees outside our home and the wind was cooler than usual and what better option could we have to eat hot pakoras and coriander chutney in such weather while we recalled those moments. my daughter was playing with her cousin when she suddenly told her, " you have lesser robo-dolls than me and thus i am better off than you." the other child looked in wonder for a minute ( much like us) and then a pearly tear fell down her pretty eye. we melted at such an outburst of emotions and though habitual of ignoring kids' petty fights we had to react to this one. i instantly and unconsciously slapped my daughter ( this was the first time i did that) and it did no good except having two little girls now weeping badly and i grew red both with anger and embarrassment. but my sister-in-law made quite and effort and brought both the young ladies to peace but by this time we had started quarreling. he said, " your daughter is just like you , always interested to show your superiority over the others, not bothering for other people's feelings, you always tend to fly in air..." unable to hear more , i quickly replied , " what? you think so? all i have done for you is immaterial, then? you could not afford even one robo-doll and all that your daughter has is gifted by me..." i stopped realizing i did exactly how he expected me to react but time had already passed and he shouted back in an angry yet triumphant voice, " see, u again did the same. you need not oblige us , go away and never return to us again. show your status somewhere else, we are not interested." this brought tears to my eyes and i grabbed hold of my daughter who had already started again to play with her cousin as if nothing had happened, but i was firm and took her into my lap and rushed out quickly ignoring the pleas of my sister-in -law who came to pacilfy me.
to be continued ... in chapter 3
things seem too bitter now and looking at the past is just as looking at the wintry window pane after snowfall , all misty and unclear , but beautiful like a dream and the best thing about it is if i touch this windowpane the things will become clear and the sunshine will shine through it and that is what i strive to do now to our relationship. we have saved each other in the past through very dire situations and have sometimes failed but took perfect care of each other at every step and even the sourness of our relation now is like sour curd which if overkept in heat for a long time grows sour and that happens because there was a time when you must have tested it but you forgot and allowed it to stay there for some time longer. but anways now i hope everything goes fine. this perfection of love and care was perhaps responsible for the slightest unconcern becoming an issue . it was not like that we did not quarrel previously when everything was as sweet as sugar and honey but things are simpler when we are younger mostly because of absence of huge egos and children like animals seem to understand each other better but growing older swallows all these finer feelings as a river swallows all vegetation on its bank when there is a flood .
it all started one fine evening, we were talking to each other and having our usual share of fun when suddenly all love seemed to vanish and reality came to surface. we were sitting in our drawing room discussing the golden years of our childhood with utmost care in our subconscious mind to have them as rosy as possible and ignoring all things that could unnecessarily pain our hearts. this was autumn and many leaves were shedding from the beautiful trees outside our home and the wind was cooler than usual and what better option could we have to eat hot pakoras and coriander chutney in such weather while we recalled those moments. my daughter was playing with her cousin when she suddenly told her, " you have lesser robo-dolls than me and thus i am better off than you." the other child looked in wonder for a minute ( much like us) and then a pearly tear fell down her pretty eye. we melted at such an outburst of emotions and though habitual of ignoring kids' petty fights we had to react to this one. i instantly and unconsciously slapped my daughter ( this was the first time i did that) and it did no good except having two little girls now weeping badly and i grew red both with anger and embarrassment. but my sister-in-law made quite and effort and brought both the young ladies to peace but by this time we had started quarreling. he said, " your daughter is just like you , always interested to show your superiority over the others, not bothering for other people's feelings, you always tend to fly in air..." unable to hear more , i quickly replied , " what? you think so? all i have done for you is immaterial, then? you could not afford even one robo-doll and all that your daughter has is gifted by me..." i stopped realizing i did exactly how he expected me to react but time had already passed and he shouted back in an angry yet triumphant voice, " see, u again did the same. you need not oblige us , go away and never return to us again. show your status somewhere else, we are not interested." this brought tears to my eyes and i grabbed hold of my daughter who had already started again to play with her cousin as if nothing had happened, but i was firm and took her into my lap and rushed out quickly ignoring the pleas of my sister-in -law who came to pacilfy me.
to be continued ... in chapter 3
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