Few lines on untold stories of my life, a reflection today dawned over, and all those years passed thru my eyes, a vision which can be seen distinctly with eyes open and mind gently rolling over. The roles and responsibilities were changing throughout and the little girl born to her sweet parents little and tender, reared up with love and protection was made to stand on her own. And then time came to say good bye, The girl was married in her present family, the chapter one ‘The Daughter’ was kind of folded in and the new person was born, a wife to a great soul who adopted her and moulded her in his mould, holding her in his strong arms, and she would do all that was possible to go along with the little complicated threads of life, weaving it carefully and lovingly, and chapter two ‘The wife’, kind of folded. The role definition changed yet again into another beautiful piece of my life, ‘the motherhood’ which was so divine and pure, when all that process was happening. The Mother was born to her young ones. The whole process was so platonic in its very nature, the birth of new beings happening and something unimaginable yet so realistic happened. All that was possible, the mother could do for the kids who are shaped and moulded into lovely boys. What a role change from wife to the motherhood, the kids were grown with love and protection and were completely made independent. The role reversal was taking place what my mother had been doing to me, to some extent I extended to my kids too. The process still continues, but today I am looking back, shutting my eyes and looking deep in my heart within. With a deep breath, I am enjoying and feeling the gradual changes of my life. The whole life seemed like spider’s web, a web of life where each day you weave new thread into it with your own dear ones and the unknown ones some you care, some you may not but yet they become a part of our lives and connections are deep, one never tries to forget any. Now once again the change is happening yet the feelings are more divine and an urge to search me is growing ‘who I’ and here explorer within me says ‘You are what you are, lonesome yet threads around you are so strong it carries you till the end’.
Life is a process with changing waistlines at every phase of life.
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