Maa!! It’s
really an arduous task to write for you as many poets, writers and artists have
already described you in all the possible ways that some well framed sentences
originated directly from my heart would be a plagiarism. But I would write! For
you have taught me to see the hardness as opportune, for, decades ago, my these
words had the origin from you.
When the
infancy giggled in me, you had told that long long ago ruled a Mighty King and
he rescued the superfluously beautiful queen from the black demons. I wondered
at the turtle’s cleverness for winning the race and laughed at the rabbit. I
had jumped with joy when that witty topiwala got his caps back from the
imitative fool monkeys. I mocked the Lion for jumping into the well to attack
his shadow. Poor girl! , I cried when that dirty wolf had eaten your grandma.
Every nerve of mine had danced with those rhymes. All the curious, comical
questions were being answered.
When I crossed
that tiny milestone and stepped into the world of minds, I knew that there was
a man named Ghandhi who led the world of his times, struggled and fought to
save the humanity in his own terms. My infancy hadn’t let me question and
contradict your views. World was beautiful then! When electricity went off and
I screamed restlessly, I learnt that how a little boy Abrahim, a farmer’s son, lived
and studied in the shine of streetlights and got the way to president of United
States. When night rested on our sky, lying beside you under the roof of countless
tiny stars and alone yet powerful moon, I appreciated the reality that a sole
individual can light the world. When the sun rose to the sky, you were there
standing to tell me,” Rise above your horizons until the darkness fades away!”
When puberty
nourished, I was been gradually cognized with the pragmatic world in your
shadow. I was traumatised for the humanity had changed its definition through
time. I had started reckoning the masks on the faces. As I moved to make my own space, you warned,
“Beware! Mankind is not so Kind. You may be mocked, cheated, faked, devastated,
looted, raped or even killed by them. Move through the evil groom and shape
yours and people’s destiny.” I pretended to be fearless and walked in. Maturity
was about to come.
I grew up! My
sentiments and intellections had taken their shape. The gap, within us, was now
visible to me. Still! You cared and taught. And I negated! As I read through
the worldly book and played the game, you yelled, “ Don’t chase the world and rest to contend, follow your course, follow
your dreams!” How the majestic youngness could hear you then?. I looked through
my window and heard the sounds of people outside and adjoined my ways with
them. It looked a wonderful journey!
When my ways
separated again, moving ahead alone, I paused to look back once. You were there
looking at me, smiling, in the darkness where no one bothered to be visible,
your aura filled the lightness and said, “See! My child, The Sun is rising”. As I know, when I’ll move to the further
stages to find my ways, When the world will show its back and laugh at me, you’ll
pour your motherhood and renovate me, I cherished and walked ahead, fearless!!
