I laughed at her when i looked at it, made fun of her idea of locking up a 2Rs cookery set,a teddy bear which she got me some 20yrs back,a small hand fan which she bought for me at uttaranchal,a flute which is the only memory left of dad,those plastic flowers bought at a roadside vendor after 10 min of bargaining, the dancing doll which i got for her, the coconut idol i got for my brother, and so many others in the showcase in the hall, and when she dint let me touch even the glass pane i was angry but then i realized, she is not gathering clutter.
she is locking away the memories, the way she looks at them all once in a day when she is alone reminds her of our childhood, of our past and the days of struggle and the times of happiness, every toy, doll, flowers and items there have a story to say, every thing there reminds me of a past, of togetherness and of love and affection,of never ending friendships .
Time won't come back but these will remind us all of what it was like before and how we always will cherish it all. I moved away from house two years back and he is always busy with his work and she is alone most of the time after coming from office, i know she keeps talking about us all to the servant,shares the stories with those who care to listen to and every Sunday she will open the glass doors carefully, dust them all and fondly touch them, relive those memories and then lock the glass doors and hang the key near the fridge, she does it always, every Sunday, without fail, Sorry mom, i wont ever laugh at this ritual of yours, you gather these memories and i will relive them all one day,Love you ma.
There is chill in the air, my balcony,the roses and the the plants are all rain soaked, when i woke up and opened the balcony i was greeted with these two lovely roses, with little drops of water and moving their heads as if they are telling how happy they are, and i wanted to tell them that i am happy too, i am soaking in the simple pleasures of life, Isn't it easy?
I let the thought be left alone and covered up in a shawl and got busy with my morning newspaper and remembered one of my fav..."Aye zindagi,ye lamha jeelenede"
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13 comments:
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wow.. mom does the same. She keeps things for me from years.. and now i know how useful its been. And the memories.. no words to explain them :)
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now I'm missing home :-(
difficult to read...could you please consider changing the letter colors? Thank you, Siri
"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories."
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I think its nice way of storing memories.. I like to do that too.. I collect items which sometimes have no meaning but a lot of value..
quite a nostalgic post you have written!
After reading your post I was taken back to the times when Ma would open her old trunks and show us the little things we had crafted. How preciously she had preserved them all.
But its now that I've a child too that I realise the love behind it!
At the end of the day what is this we call our life - the sum total of our memories no? Nice post.
Indeed, great moments photographed in the mind! some memories are priceless:)
Surinderji, wah wah, aap yehaan kaise?
art..mom's are all so wonderful isn't it.
Stoneji, I am also missing home:)
Siri, i changed them.
Rohit, well said.
Atul :)
Pallavi, true, they hold a time gone by,means a lot for most of us:)
~nm~ Thank you, hmmm, maybe after sometime your son also will look at the things you collected and smile and relive those days gone by.
Ushaji, well said, such a simple way of putting it and such meaning ful thought. thank you.
Kaunquest.. thank you.
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