Few days ago, I was talking to my mother over phone. It was our usual conversation of a mother and daughter. And suddenly my tongue slipped off about a minor unfortunate incident. That’s it. She was really upset. I cursed my tongue.
But of late I am trying to have a heart to heart talk with her. Trying to explain things. I respect my parents for bringing me up the way they did. Like other parents they want my well being and want to see me happy. Always.
Why I do that? Why I keep them away from my dilemmas, my troubles? Have I become too self assured? Don’t I love them? Don’t I care for them? When I was growing up, they never troubled me with their problems. They just allowed me to grow and evolve and were there when I needed answers to endless questions. I have never heard from my father, “Kya bakvaas saval poochti ho?� They provided emotional support and taught me how to tackle problems. They have spent a greater part of their lives educating us, caring for us, bringing us up, and nurturing us. That’s enough. It’s time for them to sit back and enjoy. It’s their life too, what if they don’t sing defiantly,� It’s my life.� They have to chill out now and have lots of fun without bothering for me. They have earned it. NOW they need peace and quiet. It’s payback time. I think it’s just time for the role reversal. Now it’s my turn to be strong, to provide emotional and moral support when they are low. It’s time for me to take the bull by horn. I have the ability to sort out the mess of my own creation. I won’t run to parents if in a soup. Not always. I have got a mind of my own, which I can put to use if I want to. Now I take my mother’s arm while crossing the road. They have completed their responsibilities. Their little daughter has grown up and she has definitely not grown into a sucker and a parasite.
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