Someday, for sure; they will know your worth. They will know what they had, when they had you. They will be able to connect the dots, they could never figure out in spite of your persistent efforts. They will then be able to appreciate your love and will long for that shower of affection.
I read a really beautiful story online yesterday and I was so deeply moved, I couldn’t resist sharing it with you all. The essence of the story is :
Life is like a tree. The people in your life are either three things.
Some people are in your life for a short period….
Others there for a few years….
And a few others are there for a lifetime….
They are either a leaf, a branch or a root on your life tree.
Around some time in my life, I was deeply devastated on a personal loss. I wept and begged, but nothing seemed to work. It was like I had fallen deep into a pit, from which I simply couldn’t come out. With every passing day, I fell in deeper and deeper. Then one fine day, old friends came by. They threw me a ladder; and helped me climb, a step at a time. Today, I am so much thankful and indebted to them that my words defy me to express my gratitude.
Mothers are God’s angels from heaven. Their love is unconditional. They are our first teachers, first friends, first role models.
Today, on Mother’s day, I am 530 kilometres away from my family to be precise. And seeing pictures of everyone on Facebook with their mom’s, makes me miss home way too much. Mom, I really miss you and love you lots !!
A small poem dedicated to all the beautiful mother’s around theworld :
After nine months of excruciating pain,
You welcomed me to the world, with a smile on your face.
With tears of joy, you held me close to your heart,
Oh mother, without you I would have been only a dream.
P.S.: This is a little lengthy post. Kind of a short story. Please read till the very end 🙂
At times, some things we usually do, sink deep within us, without even our realization. And then they become an integral part of our daily lives. I like listening to music and love going on shopping sprees, especially on “Deal Days” (as I call it 😉 ). Just a mile away from my office, there is a mini supermarket; I’d go at least once a week. While leaving from work, I would tune into my ear phones and put some loud music and head out shopping. I would be there, but I wouldn’t be there. Physically, I would be in a store; mentally, I would be lost in some thoughts or be pondering over the lyrics of the song, I love listening to so much. Since I stay close by, I would often walk to my office or walk back home in evening. Listening to music or talking over the phone on my way is always implied.