Giving Wings To Dreams

Motherhood is the most beautiful and satiating moment of every woman's life. The mammoth task of rearing a child becomes the sole driving force behind every woman once she attains motherhood.One of the most beautiful moments of my life was also undoubtedly when l had 21 years ago seen the face of my first born for the first time and another was when the Almighty had blessed me with my younger born 19 years back. Since then the centre of my life became the two children born to me. Day in and day out a silent prayer for their health and well-being goes on in my conscience, and that's what every mother does. My profession the sublimest one i.e teaching has mostly female staff who have a strong motherly instinct and are thus able to relish strong bond with the students. Present day teaching demands rigorous in-service trainings. The teachers like me attended various workshops from time to time in order to enhance their skills. During these workshops we got to interact with the teac...

Every soul enroute it's life  span at one time wonders, at another frets. Wonders when views others fail and fall, frets when it itself fumbles and stumbles,  on the semi-illumined and semi-dark alleys of love i.e the sublimest of all the human emotions.  Why love hurts is perhaps the only question that to all humans haunts. Why love hurts so much is a question that is being pondered by sages since ages. The heartless question abounds around the absence of exalted and untainted love, unsullied love that's pivotal for the peace and harmony,  for human growth and the solitary life sustaining hope. Why siblings' blood turns white and there is no inhibition while picking up the knife against one's own brothers in hand just for  a piece of land ? Why emotions go so deadly cold , when the old wrinkled hands of parents, which once made their offspring stand with sweat of their brow are brazenly lead to old age homes? Why true love is easily sold for comforts and bricks...

One more year has slipped by Of course, now there are no more audible cries. Yet, the pain of your departure is still acutely strong, Nothing can be done to rectify twenty two years old wrong, When you were quiet aware of the chiming of your death gong. And decided to suddenly without any prior intimation to be forever gone. And those final twenty four hours seemed to be so heavy and long, when from human form you were turned into ashes who was once so strong. Alas! that day,  It wasn't you who were solely  gutted in that so called holy fire, So much more was turned into coal and tar, Your younger ones' innocence and elder ones' desires were with you for a while gone. With you gone, Suddenly the warm gusts of this dreary world were chasing your progeny. But law of life is to keep going, Day or night, Dawn or dusk, Alone or with people around, With or without you, Life moved on and is still moving. But though physically missing  Yet, you haven't been completely forlorn....