Its been quite a while since i heard her voice. She wants to speak .. tell me a lot of things yet her weakness sets her back. She calls me up .. my mom .. speaks not much .. tries hard to knit words which often makes an abrupt sentence. I dont mind ... but that pains. "we were about to drink tea .. we make four cups instead of 3 .. we dont get mistaken .. we miss you at tea !" she says.
Dad chokes up over phone, he does smile back trying to strengthen his kid far .. a kid whom he taught to play football .. carried him over his shoulders round and round in the merry-go-round. Fingers get stressed .. we are online over phone .. no one cuts off .. yet no one speaks on from the other end .. people accross me stare as if am mad being silent over phone paying huge bills, without saying a word. I cant make them understand .. i am talking to my a parents .. we dont need to talk to understand what each of us feels its a "silent conversation" not with my beloved but something beyond .. those who created me.
My dining tables are empty .. How long will it be before i see u dad? How long before you take me on ur lap mom? I want to but not yet. I cant reason why.
4 comments:
hey biswa how r u .This article has been your trade mark since we were at college
good 1 .. I have never thought that u could be an emotional writer.
Seems that you have changed, beyond my imaginations. Well miss you always.
my eyes filled with tears n i have
no words to comment........
power packed wid emotions..well y do v realize the importance of ppl only after v r away frm dem nd fail to realize d value wen v r together?? or is it jst dat v take the relationship , care n vrything for granted...
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