Giving Wings To Dreams

21 years gone still wound of separation hasn't healed. February 1, 2003- February 1,2024. Papa, if you had to go at all Weren't you supposed to inform  Or those who loved you deserved to be disclosed that that was the time chosen by you to never return back. Papa, if you had to go at all Didn't it ever strike you that who will take your children's call When the clouds of stress and sorrows,  depression and dejection will overcast their skies? Who will be there to wipe their tears and handle their strifes? Papa, if you had to go at all Did you feel or you had made up your mind that your children weren't your liability any longer? Did you make sure that those all who had under your shade hadn't carried an ounce of burden would be able to carry burden of this dismal fantasy called life on their inexperienced shoulders? Papa, if you had to go at all Didn't you feel you needed to chide, to guide, to prepare, to warn, to point, to pat, to say one more time that wa...

How difficult a task it is to be a parent was the question that was constantly knocking at my agitated rather traumatized mind, while helplessly standing second time within eight months at terminal 3 of the Indira Gandhi International Airport, Delhi. I was holding on to the false notion that It was a dream that was going to get evaporated once l would wake up from my slumber. The beads of perspiration were glistening on my forehead trying to as if compete with the tears which were flooding the corners of my eyes as if to drown my very being. I stole a glance towards my life partner to analyze his condition,  to peep into his thought process. He was behaving strong like the Himalayas which stands tall to shield us from enemies that might threaten us. Yet, at times he was unable to control the strong surge of powerful emotions which was trying to weaken him. As is said, whatever is destined will take place and that human hand is too feeble to alter the manuscript penned down by the M...