I Love my Father, I Love my Mother too... but I guess there's something between a girl and her father... they are more attached to each other...
We all do love our parents, It never occurred to me that these parents of mine were themselves children some times ago, and they had their own loving parents... I always thought they are and have always been 'parents'... never I had this thought that they might have been kids some times back...
One day we(me, my Mom and my Dad) were talking about my younger sister, Honey(her real name is Saobiya but we call her Honey affectionately...) How she is so sophisticated and how she always had desired to be in the best of places and best of situations... My Mom suddenly said... "She's like me, I was exact same when I was a kid..." I was thrilled to think about my Mom being a Kid... I pleaded her to tell us more... She said, "I always wanted the best... I wanted the best of shoes, the best of dress... Once on Eid every body's dresses were being made (in our culture we buy new clothes and shoes at every Eid) and the clothing material they were using was not of my choice... I refused to have my dress made by that material... every one was trying to console me... because for me they had to go and buy a different material, and our family was a huge one as you know, 'Masha-allaha' (she'd always add that afterwards... :) ) It would be a great amount of pain for just one person in such big family... so everyone tried to persuade me to change my mind and accept the material that had been already bought... but I did not move from my decision and I said, 'I want my dress to be made by different material or I won't have a dress at all'... At last everyone had to bow to my wish and I had my dress made, by my choice..." We all laughed and I teased her, "I guess you would have been a tough child to tackle, Mommy ;) ..." She laughed with us, and she said, "... and you know, once I was gone with Amma(her Mother) to wedding dinner at Sabir Mamu (One of my grandma's cousin brother) and I had worn that same dress, by mistake I spilled some Pan Peek (beetle leaf mouthfrehsner... we Indians are so fond of it that you can find it in every wedding or dinner party without mistake ;) ) over my dress... I was so terrified, I thought if Amma would see this she would scold me like hell, I started crying, and then Abba came to rescue me... he apparently knew how to get that stain off, he asked someone to bring a cup of milk, and then he wiped that stain off my dress with his own handkerchief..."
And there I saw in her eyes, that same affection, that same longing for her father that I feel for Papa... she said with heavy voice, "My Abba used to love me a lot"...
Her dad(my Grandfather) died when she used to study in 8th standard... How mature a girl becomes when she's only 13-14yrs old!?!... I can not imagine what she had had to suffer back then... but I know she had a great bond with Nana Abba(grandpa)...
Today at tea time when we were discussing about our long train tours and adventures, We had To(because of various reasons) travel a lot and alone... I was telling about how I was suffering a bout of common cold and very high fever and how I managed to reach home... she told us once, when Me and my younger sister were preparing for UG entrance exams in Kota(a place in Rajasthan) she was travelling from Kota to Sarni(the place my father was posted) and she had to split her journey at Bina junction... She had had reservation uptill Bina, but beyond that she had the ticket to travel but had no berth allotted to her, she was very sleepy and found a vacant berth and slept on it (as it was late night and she was sleepy) she would wake up at every station thinking that the one, who's berth it was, might come and wake her up, but nobody came for a while and as she was very sleepy she fell asleep... she said... "I had a dream, Abba was there and he said, 'Nasreen, I see that you travel a lot and you suffer a lot, don't worry I am with you always, sleep well my child...' and I slept like a baby until my destined station came... nobody came to wake me up... I still feel whenever I am troubled Abba is there with me"
We kids may forget what our parents have done for us... But they keep taking care of us even when they are no more with us in this world...
We all do love our parents, It never occurred to me that these parents of mine were themselves children some times ago, and they had their own loving parents... I always thought they are and have always been 'parents'... never I had this thought that they might have been kids some times back...
One day we(me, my Mom and my Dad) were talking about my younger sister, Honey(her real name is Saobiya but we call her Honey affectionately...) How she is so sophisticated and how she always had desired to be in the best of places and best of situations... My Mom suddenly said... "She's like me, I was exact same when I was a kid..." I was thrilled to think about my Mom being a Kid... I pleaded her to tell us more... She said, "I always wanted the best... I wanted the best of shoes, the best of dress... Once on Eid every body's dresses were being made (in our culture we buy new clothes and shoes at every Eid) and the clothing material they were using was not of my choice... I refused to have my dress made by that material... every one was trying to console me... because for me they had to go and buy a different material, and our family was a huge one as you know, 'Masha-allaha' (she'd always add that afterwards... :) ) It would be a great amount of pain for just one person in such big family... so everyone tried to persuade me to change my mind and accept the material that had been already bought... but I did not move from my decision and I said, 'I want my dress to be made by different material or I won't have a dress at all'... At last everyone had to bow to my wish and I had my dress made, by my choice..." We all laughed and I teased her, "I guess you would have been a tough child to tackle, Mommy ;) ..." She laughed with us, and she said, "... and you know, once I was gone with Amma(her Mother) to wedding dinner at Sabir Mamu (One of my grandma's cousin brother) and I had worn that same dress, by mistake I spilled some Pan Peek (beetle leaf mouthfrehsner... we Indians are so fond of it that you can find it in every wedding or dinner party without mistake ;) ) over my dress... I was so terrified, I thought if Amma would see this she would scold me like hell, I started crying, and then Abba came to rescue me... he apparently knew how to get that stain off, he asked someone to bring a cup of milk, and then he wiped that stain off my dress with his own handkerchief..."
And there I saw in her eyes, that same affection, that same longing for her father that I feel for Papa... she said with heavy voice, "My Abba used to love me a lot"...
Her dad(my Grandfather) died when she used to study in 8th standard... How mature a girl becomes when she's only 13-14yrs old!?!... I can not imagine what she had had to suffer back then... but I know she had a great bond with Nana Abba(grandpa)...
Today at tea time when we were discussing about our long train tours and adventures, We had To(because of various reasons) travel a lot and alone... I was telling about how I was suffering a bout of common cold and very high fever and how I managed to reach home... she told us once, when Me and my younger sister were preparing for UG entrance exams in Kota(a place in Rajasthan) she was travelling from Kota to Sarni(the place my father was posted) and she had to split her journey at Bina junction... She had had reservation uptill Bina, but beyond that she had the ticket to travel but had no berth allotted to her, she was very sleepy and found a vacant berth and slept on it (as it was late night and she was sleepy) she would wake up at every station thinking that the one, who's berth it was, might come and wake her up, but nobody came for a while and as she was very sleepy she fell asleep... she said... "I had a dream, Abba was there and he said, 'Nasreen, I see that you travel a lot and you suffer a lot, don't worry I am with you always, sleep well my child...' and I slept like a baby until my destined station came... nobody came to wake me up... I still feel whenever I am troubled Abba is there with me"
We kids may forget what our parents have done for us... But they keep taking care of us even when they are no more with us in this world...
2 comments:
Nicely written and very touching!
Thanks appi :-)
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