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Audible Wrinkles

The Supersonic Train of our life on the wheels of this world is running on and on.
Brightly illuminated stations are now and then arrived at,
While musty, foggy stations are somewhere in the horizon left behind.
Stations once crossed,
stations once passed might howsoever yearn for this Supersonic Train to be back on their corroded tracks would stand neglected and ignored.
Since this train once flagged off would never ever turn.
It would possibly never ever return.
To this train one by one new blazing compartments are added while constantly towards shine and glitter it is headed.
Alas! during this upgradation process
 even this train can't guess,
how many of its old compartments were abandoned or removed on the heartless track of its journey better be addressed as life.
The young engine of this train is continuously whistling and is brimming with winsome smiles without realising that it also has a similar destiny or fate,
Like the Old Engine one day it will also end up in a junkyard.
I hope by now those who owe a debt to their parents would have guessed that this junkyard is what we humans call a crematorium or a graveyard.
It's not even more than a fortnight when somehow with the Almighty's grace l realised that wrinkles on my mom's hands are inch by inch multiplying.
Now more than her speech her wrinkles are audible.
"Mom, l will call you back.
Mom, l am occupied in my work.
Mom, l will call you for sure but first let me serve meal to my children.
Mom, l have laundry to tend,
Mom, l know you are free and have now no liability to attend.
Mom, l am on my way to a wedding party.
Mom, l was about to sleep.
Sorry mom, my friends are around.
Mom, l will call you back very soon."
All these sentences are mostly what we utter.
But have we ever noticed that candle of our dear parents life is melting and light on their faces is gradually flitting .
"For sure l will visit you during this term's break .
From term to festival,
From festival to winter,
From winter to summer,
Breaks after breaks come and go and we the thankless lots are ready with new excuses without bothering about the fact that our parents are going through a never ending autumn break.
Alas! we often hear mostly people claim while pointing to their parents garlanded pictures that they love their parents to the moon.
But, while their parents were alive would always reply to their parents,"I will call you back soon."
Therefore, kindly be sensitive and try to pay reverence by spending some time by listening to, by being all ears to your parents audible wrinkles.







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