jehader moto fulle phepe

utheche dirghosansh.

aashbe bolei gole joyoya

dehotake chere ure geche

chil.

oi salboner bhetore, je

andhokhanite lukiye aache neer

thik seikhanei natun aasthana

garbo.

kaalo meyetar cokhe sudhu

aagun jale, oi aaguner

choyate garbo natun prithibi,

natun manush, natun janmo, natun desh.

From the day I got my consciousness to understand the touch of care or the far most time that I can recall, I can see the depth of my family bondage.

There was always an unconditional love between maa & baba. Sometimes, my sister and I used to pull their legs regarding this. Whenever some asked us "whom papa loves most?" we used to answer, simultaneously, papa's weak-point is mom, and mom's weak point is papa. Everyone always used to laugh at this, however it was the clear truth to all.

I saw them fighting over issues, but never allowed others to say a single word against each other. So many times I interfered to support maa or papa and fight with the opponent, but they never allowed us to interfere. I was so annoyed, I can't consider the wrong deed, but now I can understand, it was their independent world.

They loved us, but they loved each other most. It's a feeling of life partner. A person with whom one is sharing everything - all deeds, all feelings.

Still now I am astonished how could a person love person so much?

I have seen my father sitting beside mom day by day, without adjoining his eye-lid. Feeding her like a baby, talking to her, was sharing the feelings with her. All over night he kept on staring at her, just in this wish once she will response. Her life was part of his life.

As time passed way without waiting for any one, she passed away. She didn't wait for him. Now he is sitting alone, memorizing the past life.

Suddenly he was thrown to this world without any deeper relation. We are there with him, but always busy with our work, our life. 'Our Life' ---- and he is not a part of our life. We can talk to him, sit with him, but not able to fill up the gap. It's an emptiness that can't be expressed by words. I out of family, for work. My sister is busy with her family.

Can't we do anything to make their life comfortable? I thought and talk to my friends, I want him to be with someone. He needs a person, who will listen and will understand his feelings. May be not life-partner, but a friend. I don't have any problem if he wants to settle. Everyone laugh at me, thought I am crazy.

I just want to know, if without they can think about us why can't we? Don't an aged person has no right to leave happily? Will we give our all time to them after our marriage?

We won't, we won't do anything for them, then why we are binding them in unless norms, which will put their life in prickles? Do we really create something, so that in our problem it will leave us in the middle path?

They are our parents; we are here in this beautiful world for them. Isn't our duty to make their life beautiful too? So that they can breathe fresh air.

Mrittika

Mom was very near to didi (elder-sister), after her marriage, she lost her friend. She was all alone. I understood her emptiness but was not with any option. Our mentality differs a lot. Then also I, rather we tried to come close to each other. We shared so many feelings.

Whenever I came back from my university, I saw her standing in the balcony. Eagerly waiting for us, some time human being becomes so lonely. We used to see all Ekta Kapoor's "Sans Bahoo" types serials. We enjoyed the time, may be not the serial. My father, he became irritated of these serials, but never said anything as he loves her a lot. Sometimes didi and I used taunt baba and ma for their love.

Days passed on, maa slowly catch the bed, as she was a patient of diabetes. Her both kidneys failed. My father tried a lot give her comfort. Till now I can visualize, how my father hold her in arms, and took her to bathroom. He just treated her as a little child.

Maa, sometimes asked me to give her sweets, or something that made by me. But she was unable to digest. I feed her by my hand, like a kid. She always used to say no to food, and I used force her, sometime I sung her favorite songs, sometimes telling her story. Combing her hair, making plat. Or changing her dress............

Sleep was out of reach. It was a long time I didn't slept properly. Father gave me pills for sleeping, but then also. She used to shout all over night out of pain. We are only the helpless viewer and listener.

Gradually she went to comma, and stopped responding. Everyone started to visit her. But she was unable to share her pain. She stopped taking food and water.

I read out some slokas from Gita and went to bed. I prayed to God, to give her relief from her pain. God listen to me. After a long time, at that night I slept, my father too. In the morning my father came to me, woke me up and said--- "tor maa aar nei" (your mom is no more). I was shocked. I ran to that room, and look at her face. I put my ears on her chest, and heard the heartbeat. I told to father: she has gone to comma, nothing else. Just call the doctor.

Papa went out to call the doctor. Doctor examined her: " it happened late night, at 3am" --- and hold the death certificate in front of us.

Everything was finished within a glance.

I am requesting all the person who will go through this writing; please take care of your parent. They will not be there after you for long. And when they will leave, you will not able to bring them back. You can see the others enjoying, sharing their time with their parent, and you are all alone. You will dream of having your favorite dish prepared by your mom, and when you will open your eyes, there will be no one to carry on your wishes. You can call her, can shout, scream, but there will be no response.

Parents do a lot for us. But never said that. However we always forget our responsibility. They are not burden. They are the creator. They are one, who capable us to think and to go high. Don't ignore your parents.

Mrittika

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