My Mother

My mother.

Kind, caring and loving.

She left for heavenly abode years ago. Her memories suffuse my eyes even today.

She was an embodiment of the most refined form of love.

Flash-back. . . . .

Childhood days.

Memories of first showers of motherly love.

Tenderly she helped my life bloom.

She made me conversant with the elementary 'chords' of life.

Her touch .... I experienced what the softness of affection is.

Her smile .... I learnt what the delicacy of genuine love is.

Her speech ... I understood the first words that a mature human mind should speak.

Her comforting lap .... I could know what warmth is.

Her proximity ..... I realized how reassuring a relationship could be.

How much I owe to you, mother!

I bow to you with utmost devotion and affection!

The Life is colourful

The life is colourful with all its variations and variables.

Different colours. Diverse shades, diverse tints.

Sorrows and joys.

It's your destiny, it's your luck. It's your lot.

You like it; may be you dislike it; the life flows.

It flows incessantly.

You watch it or may be you do not watch it; it flows.

Spring or autumn or winter, it flows.

Changes do happen. They make you aware of time.

The present and the past.

You ponder over that. You try to link or relate the happenings.

Sometimes you try to equate, or analyze or rationalize.

Retrospection is the privilege of the human mind.