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A mother looks at raising a son who will become a man with the right values, while hiding from him the truth of his birth to protect him.
He has my eyes Almond-shaped and blue, And a smile so soft Like the morning dew.
He holds my finger With a trust so deep, A miracle so divine My love would reap.
He is my son Yes my very own, The last promise That I’d never be alone.
He points to the stars, With an innocent smile “My Daddy’s up there!” I play along my wile.
Half mine and half yours, The father he never saw It’s been long since you left But the pain is still raw.
The emptiness of you gone, Haunted me for days. Until he came to my life Rescued with his embrace.
That night was enchanting Your love seemed so pure, I was uninhibited yet coy Mesmerized in your allure.
Was this my destiny, Or a willful choice? I ask myself time and again When I hear his cheery voice.
He thinks you are with God, I protect him with all my might. The truth is harsh and cruel Still shivers me with fright.
For you are in this very world Alive and aware An old flame is all I am to you, Not worth your care.
They say time heals all pain But time is eternity Days and nights of sorrow, A struggle for serenity.
The void you have created Consumes my heart in its prime. But I choose to forgive you For the sake of this lifetime.
I could argue with God That life has been unfair But the joy that he brings me, Makes my heart repair.
To make him a good man, Is all I live for any more. May he never be the reason For another woman’s sore.
Published earlier here.
Image source: mother and son by Shutterstock.
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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