Women in specks

Singing in my own melody, to a woman standing before, smiling with teary eyes. I come closer and hug her to realize that she deserves those small moments of life we call memories. I saw her wrinkles, grey hair and dull face. Though there was a charm, the way she carried her smile. She always believed I would do something great, I did nothing! To me life was really not about the materialistic things, though it was about the happiness which comes from inside.

As like any other mother she says the same to me, I am beautiful. I have lost my grandma as well, the last year. Life happened all of a sudden, to a young teenage who was an extrovert, confident and courageous, has his own dreams; shattered within these glittery phases of life. So, this women (my mother) wakes up early morning. Do the household chores, and leaves for the office. Nevertheless, never complains and co-operates like any other wise grown woman. I am not like her. I am a mixture of three women who wear spectacles, majorly covered by my paternal grandmother, half shadow of my mother and the other one third of my maternal grandmother.

When my paternal grandmother was over bed and could not do anything on her own, I don’t know was it my fate? That I came so close to her within numbered days, I never missed any chance to make her realize she was a bliss to me cause I had no friend, her warm hug, kisses on cheeks, those were enough. Out of twenty fours of my day I used to be by her side for almost 16 hours. She loved all the poetries I used to write, into my diary. She taught me how to cook, she always used to say, I remember it; what if you’re a woman, you’re born strong, you need not to be dependent over anyone, you are young, beautiful. Never ever in your life underestimate yourself. But she died. After almost spending 3 months into my depression. I had to be back to life for no reason, or perhaps to find out some reasons. Life is a journey or a rollercoaster ride, if it goes up, it will go down as well. You cannot just wait for it to stop. It means death. My maternal grandmother, she has been an inspiration to me to get me on a track, saying you’ll do wonders, you have a spark.

The end motive of all these were not to tell you are woman so you should be strong. Woman is strong. No doubt! Just don’t forget the worth of your mother, they turn house into a home. Before you lose anyone of them.