I often realized while returning from any places, that to part is a sad experience...That's what I realized today after reading a story about a Irish family, 'Going into Exile'. The son Michael and daughter Mary of a peasant are leaving to US to earn their living and to try to get rid of a nightmare of being poor. The most remarkable thing which touched me deeply is Michael's sensitive move...
"Then without looking at their mother, who lay in the chair with her hands clasped on her lap, looking at the ground in a silent, tearless steepor, they left the room. Each hurriedly kissed little Thomas who was not going to Kilmurrage, and then hand in hand, they left the house. As Michael was going out of the door he picked up a piece of loose whitewash from the wall and put it in his pocket."
I often feel the same when I leave back from Lucknow.. Every visit of mine is like a special occasion in the house, Maa & Papa stand at the platform as my train approaches Lucknow station and while the train is still stopping, I see Maa from the window trying to search me in the crowd getting out of the train.... As soon as I step out of the train, Maa's eyes sparkle and both of them hug me tight while dad taking my luggage away....It is a different feeling....seeing them after a long time..
I am unable to understand how time flies while I stay at home, this is what Maa complains every time I visit her....She anxiously wait for me to arrive and then in a flash time passes and there comes the day to leave back....This is the day when Maa is not feeling a happy self that I am still there with her, but she focuses on the fact that I will be leaving in some time.....She breaks in tears thinking about the same and still complaining how the time pass like a blink..... Papa has always been following a ritual of presenting me a bottle of cola and a pack of chips every time he comes to see me off at the station, It's been practiced now for the last 8-9 years since the time I have been away from home for studies......But for me it's not a ritual, for me and Papa it's a kind of language to tell each other that we care, that we love......
I always miss you Papa Maa...... Your love is immense and far great as I know how you have given me the best out of life and how hard you have worked to see me where I am right now.....
Love to you both my Guiding Stars Maa and Papa...!!
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"Then without looking at their mother, who lay in the chair with her hands clasped on her lap, looking at the ground in a silent, tearless steepor, they left the room. Each hurriedly kissed little Thomas who was not going to Kilmurrage, and then hand in hand, they left the house. As Michael was going out of the door he picked up a piece of loose whitewash from the wall and put it in his pocket."
I often feel the same when I leave back from Lucknow.. Every visit of mine is like a special occasion in the house, Maa & Papa stand at the platform as my train approaches Lucknow station and while the train is still stopping, I see Maa from the window trying to search me in the crowd getting out of the train.... As soon as I step out of the train, Maa's eyes sparkle and both of them hug me tight while dad taking my luggage away....It is a different feeling....seeing them after a long time..
I am unable to understand how time flies while I stay at home, this is what Maa complains every time I visit her....She anxiously wait for me to arrive and then in a flash time passes and there comes the day to leave back....This is the day when Maa is not feeling a happy self that I am still there with her, but she focuses on the fact that I will be leaving in some time.....She breaks in tears thinking about the same and still complaining how the time pass like a blink..... Papa has always been following a ritual of presenting me a bottle of cola and a pack of chips every time he comes to see me off at the station, It's been practiced now for the last 8-9 years since the time I have been away from home for studies......But for me it's not a ritual, for me and Papa it's a kind of language to tell each other that we care, that we love......
I always miss you Papa Maa...... Your love is immense and far great as I know how you have given me the best out of life and how hard you have worked to see me where I am right now.....
Love to you both my Guiding Stars Maa and Papa...!!
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