Retrospection

The mind is the birthplace of philosopy of life. The mind often sets out on a journey undestined. The path is uncharted. The time is not stamped. Very often the past reawakens in the deserted corners of the mind. The triggering factor may be an event, a thought, an object or a person or ... who knows what? Retrospection is the privilege of a human mind. Probably in some moments of purposeful, intellectual retrospection, a philosophy of life begins to crystallize.

August 26, 2005

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!


posted by Think Life @ 10:11 PM  

2 Comments:

  • At 11:04 PM, Blogger Amberjane said…

    This is totally beautiful.

     

  • At 7:13 PM, Blogger Suresh said…

    Very touching.
    Yes, every cell that we say belongs to us has originated in her dark womb. Every morsel that made thos ecells groew to adulthood were cooked by her. And even my thought prodess was nurtured with her 'Halarada'
    She had hardly studied upto 4th grade, Bit she had all 18 Adhyaya od Gita on her liips, and countless Bhajans. Most of Gujarati literature she had read. We used to borrow books for her from the library.
    Janani ni jod jage naheee jade re lol.

     

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