By: Priyarupa Sinha (L&T MHPS, Faridabad)
My thoughts, as I begin to write, are all randomly arranged. The letters for the first time are reluctant to form words; emotions for no reason are refusing to settle down.
I may sound awfully crafty, but I insist you to reserve your judgement and read ahead.
I would like to introduce you to my benefactress and my guardian angel, my mother. I find it incredibly hard to describe our relationship, but today; I would like to give it a try. I don’t want to start something based on lie or deceit and so, I really need you to know that a mother-daughter relationship is not always a bed of roses; it has its share of embedded rocks too. It is characterized by years of contradictions –fierce and protective love, hurtful acting out by both parties and disapproval. I have vivid memories of countless splendid afternoons I spent with my mother, how strongly I admired her for everything she did.
As I entered my early teenage life, our relationship took a different turn. Confusions and misunderstandings started creeping in. By the end of my teenage years we developed contrasting ideas and ended up with senseless arguments on every issue.
Today, I am in my early twenties and mature enough to respect a relationship. I understand the infinite tenderness and love she bestowed on me in all these years. As the scenes from the past started to roll on me in panoramic succession, I feel ashamed of my past behaviour. Today, when I hardly have time for myself, I pine for her affection, an hour of private conversation. Today, when I am ready to acknowledge my mistake, I realize that she has long forgotten and forgiven me for my past deeds.
Our relationship may not qualify as a perfect one, but in all these years, I have learnt from my mother how to stand up for myself, to take care of my own needs and be reasonable in my expectations. I owe her a lot and now that she is elderly and our roles have reversed, it is now my turn to shower her with unconditional love and care that she deserves.