It had always been a dream of mine to roam around mylapore.. An assortment of navaratri dolls sacked up in every corner of the street. Aroma of manjal and kumkumam . Thousands of people enter the temple just to have a glimpse of the cosmic lord and his consort. I must say I was lost among the colour and crowd. When iyer mamas and mamis fade away and iyengars come into the frame you know you are in parthasarathy temple. Seeing the magestic form of lord vishnu i just stood astounded. This is one such reason i love my chennai its equally traditional and modern
Wednesday, 24 September 2014
THE LANGUAGE OF MOTHER
Have you ever wondered from where does our life begin ? Your first heart beat inside your
mother’s womb keeping you still alive . That’s the moment where your life starts. The way you
kick yourself out of the womb , now ready to face the world ,away from the darkness into a
whole different world you know your life had just began. Actually No one knows because no one
is sure of when life truly begins. A baby out of her mother’s womb has got no idea whether she
is rich or poor , whether she is dark or fair , whether she is touchable or untouchable . She has
just entered the world , opening her eyes . The first time she sees her mother, she knows God has
sent her to the hands of an angel .She feels safe . Drops of tears fell on her soft cheeks , tears of
joy . She knows her mom was happy seeing her. A gentle kiss her mother gave her on here
forehead . She felt the warmth of her kiss . She grew up as a young girl .She didn’t want her
mother to be behind her any more. She felt more independent. She became a young lady one day
. She fell in love . She thought he was her world . She deserted her mother and left her . Her
mom was in solitary . She lived in her own world , she was young and energetic . She was in
love . She got married . She enjoyed the luxury , the lust , the intimacy . She forgot her old
mother totally . She made children , they often enquired about their grandmother. She told them
she lives far away in the north . Her children grew old under the shadow of her . She is a mother
now . Her daughter didn’t like her caring attitude . It reminded the way she treated her mother .
Her life changed , she was getting old . The beauty and energy she had was now lost . Her family
split . The man she loved betrayed her . She missed her mother more than anything .She wanted
her to be with her , but she was no more . She felt like an orphan . She sat under her favorite
window perceiving the thoughts she and her mother shared . She now understood the language of
MOTHER . She felt wind rustle. She knew it was her mother. Her heartbeat stops .
Life had just ended where it had started .
-
Pavithra
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