With a flick of a second time passes.....
With a flick of a second time passes, just as this year has passed. It feels like yesterday itself my friends and I bunked the class and went out for a walk on the foggy highway. Shivering bodies; shaking teeth , woolen caps covering our heads and ears; rubbing hands ariled with gloves and then going to 'Aunty Da Dhaba' for a hot cup of tea. My friends painted my life's this epoch with the colours of love, care, trust, joy, smiles, tears, choler, stupidity, separation, togetherness, gloominess; with every possible colour of emotions and may be that is why I embrace the golden era of my college life.
When it came to 'Me', I was a girl who had her own angelic, artistry, blossomy world and its existence was the prefect balance of every possible thing and may be because that I was an elegant but a bit naughty princess of my own sweet planetary. When I stepped out of this aureate world, I knew this time I had to make a new painting with the colours of maturity, sensibility and stability. And not only me but we all have to do the same.
When it came to 'Me', I was a girl who had her own angelic, artistry, blossomy world and its existence was the prefect balance of every possible thing and may be because that I was an elegant but a bit naughty princess of my own sweet planetary. When I stepped out of this aureate world, I knew this time I had to make a new painting with the colours of maturity, sensibility and stability. And not only me but we all have to do the same.
Actually coming out of college life does not mean you are mature enough to see the world around. You are still like a newly born bird, who has small, fluffy wings and aspirations to fly but doesn't have an experience to withstand with cushy weather, with tough conditions, to be a cruel killer, to escape from being a prey, to make a cozy nest from itsy-bitsy particles. You don't feel the need of learning all these till you stay with your parents.
Well, our parents are always there as an armor to protect us from fires of the burning sphere. They try their best to make us learn how to live happily the small droplets of life but there are certain lessons which life teaches us in harsh and sometimes soft ways. When you be with your parents, you fight, you love, you cry, you laugh, you scream, you eat, you play, you sleep, you do everything in a virtual protective layer and that's what is called 'Parents' Love'. The 'Love' which is always there for you without being asked for; The 'Love' which is omnipresent no matter where you are; The 'Love' which is imperishable, which never vanishes, no matter how old are you; You realize that their love was in each and everything you do for yourself after being separated from them. You feel their love was in cooking for you , in buying your dresses, in setting your room, in washing your clothes, in sleepless nights they spent when you were ill, in worrying when you were late, in scoldings and the beatings you got when you did some mischief, in crying after beating you, in enjoying festivals with you, in lying leisurely in garden with you, in playing with you, in offering prayers for you, in hiding you in their arms when anything went wrong, in being happy seeing you happy. Ahhhhh!! in everything...!! And once you come out, you cherish all the sweet retentions hidden deep in the corner of your little soft heart and here starts the journey of transformation. The transformation which leads to what you are today!
