Dear Susan,
Holding this in your hand you might just think mommy has become crazy enough to write a whole letter to you instead of just telling you during many an esoteric conversations we have when we dine.....No Susan somehow mommy could not gather the courage to tell you these words that are too poignant to float in the jovial air which we spread every night at those late hours......Susan, love, this letter will portray a side of your mother that never reveals itself.....But as the deal of no secrets was made last night.....or rather I was compelled to abide by since last night....I'll be loyal to it and to you.....Mommy loves you a lot Susan.....And she loves your impervious faith in her.....
Susan you have been more than just a daughter......A friend....a partner.....a teacher.....and sometimes even an inspiration......When you came to my life, the people who used to surround my life till then have already desserted me. With them vanished my reasons to live, my reasons to stay happy. Few others remained only to pinch me every day at the place where infidelity has bruised real hard. Infidelity that came in the disguise of all pink and love, which lingered for years in the air with a charming fragrance and then left in a harrowing black, making me ugly and my sombre.....And when this languor became just oppressive enough you came in my sordid life as the last beacon of hope....You arrived Susan I suppose not because of the laws of nature....But its my stringent belief that you were a Magi, sent to rescue me and present me a life with an all new vigor.....Thank you Susan......
The initial days with you were not easy. Motherhood was never a cakewalk, but with you it has never been a duty rather it has been an eventful expedition. Coming out of the dingy clinic with you in my lap I had nobody beside me. For a moment a seed of fear sprouted in my heart making me almost dizzy and claustrophobic. But then I took a glance of your beautiful face which was engrossed in her slumber in absolute peace, craddled in my lap. That was the first time I felt what it is like to be a mother.....The security that was etched on your sleeping face when I held it in my arms gave me courage Susan, made me valiant enough to resolve to combat with all the troubles which might come in my way of raising you as my daughter, provide you with everything that is essential to grow old, love you and be with you till, as they say, death do us apart......The dubiousness was wiped away, the unsurity sent to a distant ignore, a gust of wind instilled a fresh breath and with that I headed off to the busy metropolis which, I thought then, was waving its hand towards me, summoning to be a part of its flow. And there I went....Sorry, and there we went........
With my first salary being a very humble one, I could not give you all that was required for well-being. This pricked me all the time but you, you never seemed to have even the slightest speck of complaint. You were satisfied in so little. Your face became brilliant in surreal delight just at my one sight, my bosom was just the place for you to sleep in paradise and you made me believe that no matter how impoverished and renounced your mother was, you could not be any better than at her two room flat with a tiny balcony. Even at that tender age you taught me a lesson which even the most experienced and wise men failed to explain. You made me realize that a person who finds solace in scarcity never finds it difficult to cope with the handicaps in unfulfillment of life. Since then all the silent turmoils during sleepless nights, dealing with betrayals, heartbreaks and solitude.....Your love and faith me glued my shattered heart...Your cries, your giggles replaced the serenity that used to bother and you filled the dusk with the colours of Twilight!!
Our journey has been a museum of moments.....Your first words, the first call of 'Mama',your first birthday celebrated in a crowd of just two, your first day at school, our cricket matches, late night movies, dance in the after-hour rains........What and what not to cite....Happy birds we were Susan, chattering and chirping, dancing and enjoying. Your innocence touched my innermost wounds. Only fools say that children are inexperienced....You might not have the wrinkles of age but the absence of prudence hardly changes the fact that you have the best nurse possible to all my maladies.....Your warm kiss when I am feeble with fever, your caring hand erasing tears from my cheeks when I am low.......your massage at the hours of headache after a hectic day.....your gift as a cup of coffee on my birthdays.......the tenderness oozing from your eyes really makes me wonder in astonishment at the efficient companion you are in the being.............
Life has shown me all seasons Susan....of love, of loss, of bereavement, of frolic, of despair......I haven't been an obedient daughter, a doting friend, a worthy lover....the idea if being an eligible spouse doesn't even occur at the faintest daydreams....Yet the wonderful person you growing old to makes me bear the confidence in my role as a mother......Susan I have learnt to see my dreams through your eyes.....You make life so simple, even the most tangled riddles which life set to pose before me are unleashed so easily when you say,"Mommy what's worrying you?".....You have all of me love, my eyes, my ears, my hair and yet with every passing day I find something novel in your beauty......The most elegant part of yours is the unsullied love with which you have painted every room of my heart eradicating the last drop of despondence....and I need not share this with anyone.....This is what bliss is all about, to me.........
Words are poor representative for anything which is inscrutable and the journey with you has been more than so........Who said that my love-story was incomplete? It is you whom I have loved with all my life, unconditionally and irrevocably.....without the expectation of getting in return and yet I have got so much.....We have proceeded hand-in-hand without any looking back, showing the world what strength can love imbibe when it is elevated above all conditions.....Thank you Susan, thank you from the heart which has no bottom......
Your Mommy......
Holding this in your hand you might just think mommy has become crazy enough to write a whole letter to you instead of just telling you during many an esoteric conversations we have when we dine.....No Susan somehow mommy could not gather the courage to tell you these words that are too poignant to float in the jovial air which we spread every night at those late hours......Susan, love, this letter will portray a side of your mother that never reveals itself.....But as the deal of no secrets was made last night.....or rather I was compelled to abide by since last night....I'll be loyal to it and to you.....Mommy loves you a lot Susan.....And she loves your impervious faith in her.....
Susan you have been more than just a daughter......A friend....a partner.....a teacher.....and sometimes even an inspiration......When you came to my life, the people who used to surround my life till then have already desserted me. With them vanished my reasons to live, my reasons to stay happy. Few others remained only to pinch me every day at the place where infidelity has bruised real hard. Infidelity that came in the disguise of all pink and love, which lingered for years in the air with a charming fragrance and then left in a harrowing black, making me ugly and my sombre.....And when this languor became just oppressive enough you came in my sordid life as the last beacon of hope....You arrived Susan I suppose not because of the laws of nature....But its my stringent belief that you were a Magi, sent to rescue me and present me a life with an all new vigor.....Thank you Susan......
The initial days with you were not easy. Motherhood was never a cakewalk, but with you it has never been a duty rather it has been an eventful expedition. Coming out of the dingy clinic with you in my lap I had nobody beside me. For a moment a seed of fear sprouted in my heart making me almost dizzy and claustrophobic. But then I took a glance of your beautiful face which was engrossed in her slumber in absolute peace, craddled in my lap. That was the first time I felt what it is like to be a mother.....The security that was etched on your sleeping face when I held it in my arms gave me courage Susan, made me valiant enough to resolve to combat with all the troubles which might come in my way of raising you as my daughter, provide you with everything that is essential to grow old, love you and be with you till, as they say, death do us apart......The dubiousness was wiped away, the unsurity sent to a distant ignore, a gust of wind instilled a fresh breath and with that I headed off to the busy metropolis which, I thought then, was waving its hand towards me, summoning to be a part of its flow. And there I went....Sorry, and there we went........
With my first salary being a very humble one, I could not give you all that was required for well-being. This pricked me all the time but you, you never seemed to have even the slightest speck of complaint. You were satisfied in so little. Your face became brilliant in surreal delight just at my one sight, my bosom was just the place for you to sleep in paradise and you made me believe that no matter how impoverished and renounced your mother was, you could not be any better than at her two room flat with a tiny balcony. Even at that tender age you taught me a lesson which even the most experienced and wise men failed to explain. You made me realize that a person who finds solace in scarcity never finds it difficult to cope with the handicaps in unfulfillment of life. Since then all the silent turmoils during sleepless nights, dealing with betrayals, heartbreaks and solitude.....Your love and faith me glued my shattered heart...Your cries, your giggles replaced the serenity that used to bother and you filled the dusk with the colours of Twilight!!
Our journey has been a museum of moments.....Your first words, the first call of 'Mama',your first birthday celebrated in a crowd of just two, your first day at school, our cricket matches, late night movies, dance in the after-hour rains........What and what not to cite....Happy birds we were Susan, chattering and chirping, dancing and enjoying. Your innocence touched my innermost wounds. Only fools say that children are inexperienced....You might not have the wrinkles of age but the absence of prudence hardly changes the fact that you have the best nurse possible to all my maladies.....Your warm kiss when I am feeble with fever, your caring hand erasing tears from my cheeks when I am low.......your massage at the hours of headache after a hectic day.....your gift as a cup of coffee on my birthdays.......the tenderness oozing from your eyes really makes me wonder in astonishment at the efficient companion you are in the being.............
Life has shown me all seasons Susan....of love, of loss, of bereavement, of frolic, of despair......I haven't been an obedient daughter, a doting friend, a worthy lover....the idea if being an eligible spouse doesn't even occur at the faintest daydreams....Yet the wonderful person you growing old to makes me bear the confidence in my role as a mother......Susan I have learnt to see my dreams through your eyes.....You make life so simple, even the most tangled riddles which life set to pose before me are unleashed so easily when you say,"Mommy what's worrying you?".....You have all of me love, my eyes, my ears, my hair and yet with every passing day I find something novel in your beauty......The most elegant part of yours is the unsullied love with which you have painted every room of my heart eradicating the last drop of despondence....and I need not share this with anyone.....This is what bliss is all about, to me.........
Words are poor representative for anything which is inscrutable and the journey with you has been more than so........Who said that my love-story was incomplete? It is you whom I have loved with all my life, unconditionally and irrevocably.....without the expectation of getting in return and yet I have got so much.....We have proceeded hand-in-hand without any looking back, showing the world what strength can love imbibe when it is elevated above all conditions.....Thank you Susan, thank you from the heart which has no bottom......
Your Mommy......
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