Musingz with the past…
Whenever I look at my past, which I often do especially the moment when I am exasperated, there are a lot of things about which I worry. It is a story in bits and pieces I brood over. Several incidents, whether I like or not haunt me like ghosts. Between this, however, there is someone who had always borne me a torch. It is my mother.
Whenever those dark moments prevail on me I wish you would surround me in your lap and everything would disappear. But I am grown up now. And so I must do without your physical presence. I also must learn to behave like a matured man. I have grown taller now since you left for heavenly abode, dear mom. I have grown beard and my moustache is thick and dark. I have developed all those habits which a grown up man possesses. But, sometimes I find in some corner the innocence still lives. Although till recently I had struggled hard to preserve it, however, of late, I have been resisting knowing that you are no more there. Yes the real world doesn’t want a grown man to have this in him. I am also able to feel how the real world is like, bitter like anything! I wish you were there, to protect me from. But alas!