She entered her room hastily and closed the door. She couldn’t bear to listen to her parents’ conversation. Only because it conveyed her a message. The message that she was growing up. She couldn’t bear the mere thought of leaving her comfort zone. Her home. How could she go away from a brother who does nothing but love her? Who she loved so much. How could she go away from her sister with whom she shared every laugh, joke, and feeling? How could she get away from her mother who loved her above all else? A father who loved her no matter what. But this was essential. And was going to happen one way or another. It was going to happen someday. And she would have to accept it that day.
Have you ever traveled by air? Whenever I travel by air, I love looking out of the window as the airplane takes off. First you see the ground of the airport. As the plane travels higher in air, you can see few houses, cars, parks, rivers, buildings, etc. And then as time passes on, the houses look smaller units and trees look as some green area. Just about 10 minutes later you see nothing but the clouds and the sky. That is when I realize our reality. What are we? We care about so ordinary things. Which car we have, how high our buildings are, what is the color of our skin, how big is our house, are we wearing branded clothes, and so on. Things that are not even visible when looked at from a distance. When we are looked at from high above, we become part of one. Our house look alike, our billboard are non-existent, our cars are just cars.
Just move at bit more away from us and earth seems just all the planets. Our sun looks like a star. If we move further away, we become nothing.
We have to move on from our petty problems. We have to establish peace. We have to take care of each other, because we are all the same. We are life. And only that matters.
Her eyes don’t see me, but look through me. She carefully studies my face with those understanding eyes of her whenever I talk to her. It’s not like I don’t know she is studying me, I let her. I let her see into my mind. I like it. In front of her, I am open book. Her eyes get all my emotion. She knows if I am angry, or happy, or doubtful, or sarcastic. She knows the stories untold by me. I know her eyes very well too. I can see what is going on in her. When she likes something, her eyes glow. When she is sad, I can feel her sadness. She loves me like no one in the world can. We fight sometimes, but we cannot live without each other. She is my teacher. She is my doctor. She is my personal psychologists. She is a perfect adviser. She know when toscold me and when to patronize me. She is my everything. She is my mother.
May you always be with me, Mom (I.A).