Sunday, 27 March 2016

My Angel 







A different kind of an angel that came into my life in fact it comes to everyone. The angel in my life got nothing supernatural power yet so powerful and unique from others. She not only let see this world but tremendously altered my life. The environment that my Angel was living in olden days was in dimmed house and her services were completely pure from her effort. There wasn’t any advance technologies to accelerate and make it uncompleted of her loaded works. She got help from her partner and sometimes from her parents. Her nights were spent on a thin layer of carpet on a hard wooden floor and thin slice of blanket to loveliest son to his parents wrap up us. Her palm filled with red blisters pat over my head. As I lay beneath her arm she warms my fragile body. Some years later when I turned 5 years old, her partner, my dad and loveliest son to his parents was no longer supportive to her.  Due to his illness and he was bed ridden for almost a year and he was in the verge of losing his breath forever. He was trying his best to communicate and gesture to cheer. His dream was to hug each of us but his effort was in vain and pain.

Those moments are agonizing and melancholic memories to me, to my angel and other siblings. She was completely broken and in despair and occasionally she forgot to breast feed our youngest brother who was just a year ago. Her days were like a rainy days as salty tears and sweats drop endlessly. Not knowing how to start a day, no answers for the queries that other people have. She wished to cease her all activities and sleep until her pains get over. But she got no choice, four of us were there not knowing how to console her rather complaining and fighting each other over small cause. At least three eldest sisters were better than us. With their aid the funerals and rituals were over effectively. Heartbroken angel was now backbone of our family. Although she couldn’t send my three elder sisters to school because they were her helping hand but she did for four of us. She put her all efforts and earn some amount to fulfill our needs and wants. Regardless of thorny days, harsh weather and cruel environment she focus on her work from dawn to dusk.





Occasionally, the flash back of that moment lingers in her mind; the moments when she yells for a help, sobbing out loud, moving the cold body to and fro and health workers were helpless. Even the medicine worth of millions dollars have not wake him up from his eternal sleep. Nevertheless, as time heals everything the period of worst phase disappearing slowly. Now, with each passing day, he worries and stress amplified. Though, she was in pain and tired extremely, we didn’t notice a bit. She was constantly working, constantly standing, and no breaks. She hides her grief from us thinking that we might hurt us by her feelings. She gathers all her energy to work harder and saved even a little amount for us. She tried every possible route to produce money. She never let us down; accomplished needs and wants of all seven of us. She understood everything just by gazing at our face. Moreover, she has to run an errand for my 80 years old grandpa and 75 years old grandma.  They are now like a child. They always have something to comment on whatever she does. But I am not blaming them because it’s a nature of our life. At some point we will be the same. I understand them fully. So, my dear angel, my Mom doesn’t lose faith and hope. I know how much you have suffered and how much you endure it so far. I completely understand you, like the way you used to do.

And please hold on to the fact that someday your daughter will brighten your life and take you out of sam-sa-ra.  I am sorry that I am of no use when you needed me the most. I rather increases burden for you. I can only be sorry mom. I wanted to thank you each and every morning and before going to bed. But due to distance between us and numerous complications I cannot thank you. Even then I always thank you in my heart. You know, I would say that you have a degree in finance, medicine, and arts because I am amaze how you manage finance and cure our diseases when we were ill. Amaze to the way you makes our life so beautiful without any colorful paints and drawings. You showed us how to love, care believes and to smile to the world that we can do it. That’s why you are angel of my heart. I promise and I believe that there won’t be a mother like her in this world. I won’t be able to find one like her even in my next life. The courageous and loveliest mother I ever saw. Oh! God you gifted me the greatest mother who played a role of my father as well as her role and tranquility flourished in my family.


Wednesday, 2 March 2016

1st Phase of My Life 

Last night was agonizing. I couldn’t get the answer why I was so emotional and crying again and again. I was sure that I will be strong and withstand the situation before my decision. But I found myself repeatedly tearing out after deciding. Even if I attend tale or group chat it didn’t help me to cheer up. I repeatedly look up his photos, his voice chat, his facebook page and his wechat profile. I turn off my phone but again after few minutes I found myself typing text to inbox him. However, I controlled myself and scold myself that I can’t do that.

I listened to all the chats that my other siblings were doing in our wechat group. They were talking about my grandfather’s condition who was bed rest for more than a month and now my grandmother is also sick. My mom she is already suffering from leg and joint pain. Usually I used to get so worried to death and I can feel their pain. But this time, that pain was nothing. It seems I was keeping it aside from my unbearable pain. This went for 2 or more days but I felt long time that night. I slept in tears and woke up in tears. The night seemed to last longer.
I woke up the next day early morning and for a moment I thought it was a bad dream. But I saw my laptop kept open, my research paper for toxicology still open and facebook logged in and knew the bad dream is indeed a reality. I made up my mind to forget everything and believe that everything happens for good. But it was excruciating. I missed my class at 8am as my head and heart was too heavy as if I have carried thousand kilograms of weight. My alarm rang at 7am but I turned off and went to sleep again. Later, I regretted for setting alarm as I realize I don’t want to open my eyes. I wish I can be in deep sleep until that pain goes away. But that alarm chases away my sleep and things started coming into my mind.

Whole day I try to keep myself busy doing things one after another but still at times I feel like the sharp and pointed knife tear apart my two chambered heart. It hurts me so much and I couldn’t hold my tears even if I was in crowd. While in the room I kept my door wide open so that I can see people coming and going and it will help me to cease my tears falling. Yet, it was falling down and I could see few drops on my chair. I shout at myself that I have to make my parents happy. In order to make them happy I just need to follow whatever they decide and do what they want. But it rings only in my head, my heart wants only him.

Occasionally, I hate myself for being naive, not putting my words into action. I hated myself for letting emotions to over take me. I hate myself for being so sympathy and soft hearted. I used to be a good resistance to any circumstances but when I needed the most to resist this time, I completely fail. I couldn’t withstand the pain. I let the tears to drop and waited for its completion, but it seemed to be endless. Forget about the meals, even the coffee I drank to gain energy was reluctant to flow through pharynx and esophagus. Rather it started choking and ceases my appetite. Then I realize the dialogue used in love stories, in novel and movies are not just exaggeration. It really has a deep meaning. Back then, when I was not in love, I just make joke out of it and felt funny. But now, when I have to face this reality, it’s overwhelming my ideology. My well planned routines were demolished, making me uninterested in any events. Why this feeling is so power that pin me down on earth. It seems like chemical reactions were stop inside my body. The blood circulations lost their ways because I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to breath, strength to walk, talk and to think.  Only the tear glands function well that it produces sufficient tears in my eyes.

On the 3rd day of devastation I reconstruct my principle that true love exist in this earth. Parents cannot depart a soul which is made out of true feelings. Now, I am going to work hard to make them happy and show the world that wealth can be lost if we have it,  and acquired if we don’t have. I understand that money talks, and I also understand that my only parents dream is to make me successful and want the best for their children. But, if we are born poor that’s not our problem and if we die poor then it’s our problem. So, it’s all up to us how to lead the world and make it work.

Parents should also consider the other side of the family. They will also want their son or daughter to get the best. They also expect their son or daughter to marry highly qualified and wealthy influential family.  So, until we have good health, wealth could be made anytime. And remember we are not here to stay forever. We have to leave everything and resign from this world, that time we cannot take wealth, name and fame.