Picture from the net***
I decided to leave my window open and walked to my Mom’s carved armchair, passing through her photograph that my late father had taken once in the terrace. The sunlight playing mysteriously across her face, directed me on her stoned eyes for the first time... now, at the age of ten, it was as if I had a kind of epiphany. I realized suddenly, that my mother was a little different than most...
Darkness clouded my mind making the beautiful morning sad, stilling all that was so comradely.
I stood still, taking deep breaths while the world moved around me, the faint and soft scents from the flowering trees drfited towards me like fumes of peace--- a spicy delicacy that often, me and my mother shared together--- For my mother, the colors of life remained eternally drab and gray even in sun struck places, and for me, my numb tongue remained coiled forever; yet, we progressed. How?
Sense of perceptions and bonhomie allowed us to grow with a kindness that expected nothing in return; and then the other active sensory perceptions compensated further for our physical limitations. And after that happened, our lives got connected to everything else…perhaps that is the luxury of being born with impairments! All my emotions started bursting out suddenly, as if I’d been holding them back for a long time.
I was sitting still, with my arms folded around my knees, and woke up to a shadow blazing in through the eastern door and it was my silhouetted mother standing in the centre of light. Wind blew some stray strands of hair across her face... I looked on, walked up to her and gently turned her towards the window, and made her sit on my bed.
I ran my fingers lightly over her shielded eyes. She didn’t speak, neither did I….I started to sketch everything that was beautiful around us, imprinting every detail carefully, deftly on her forearms with my fingertips. Her lips were quivering, but, she held back the words, as they were of no use for me… tears trickled down my eyes for the first time. Mother turned towards me, sensing my pain, the lines on her face started growing deeper now. She bit her lips, and I latched on to her like an infant. She nodded, tears welled up in her eyes too...the love was within us all the time, but, its only renewal came today from giving it away...
Allow yourself to feel what they feel, experience what they have experienced. Allow yourself to bond with them....bet, you'll be changed forever !!