Thursday, 15 September 2016

On flow of love.

An aunt to 10 little ones . I have spent life in their clamour since i was 11 , when the eldest among them was born. The child who today, is the torchbearer of rationality and logic. He grew up with me. And then it was a blur of adorable living toys coming to me, filling my life with joy. The ones who were born abroad , I haven't put them to sleep in my arms , sung them lullabies , told them stories , bought them little gifts every day, kissed their little hands and feet , enjoyed each milestone from the first tooth to first day at school
The ones who are abroad, I haven't had the chance to bond with them. I haven't been able to explore their innocence , know their nature , study their personality and marvel at the little wonders that they are.
The way of life is that the flow of love is from elders to the young. Compare what you mean to grandparents and what they mean to you . Compare how you cannot dedicate yourself to your aunts who took all the time to spoil you in your childhood . Compare how you can never be responsible for your parents as they were for you. This is how it is . You are going to be taken for granted too. As I love the children and spoil them silly , I know a day will come when they love someone and they are so consumed by the need to be with them that their story - teller khala would whose time they crave now would become a nuisance . I know it as I know the back of my hand because that's how we all are. There is no tragic undertone to it. If any nephew or neice of mine reads it in future , I am not going to be soppy about it. Be chill. I hope we always have fun outside of the constraint of the relation (as we do now).
The need for individual growth is embedded inside all of us. It is natural for us to want to realize our true potential. I wish best of the both worlds was possible as at a time. That it was possible to balance ambition and attachments on a scale.

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