My parents and bro

Flashback (1980's)


Growing up in the capital of the nation brought with it new experiences. I studied in the best school of the city. My father was the only working person in family of four. I have an elder brother too who is six and a half years elder to me. I have seen my parents saving and cutting on their expenses so that I and my bro could get best of education. Those were the days when my mom used to do all the chores herself. Little did we realize at that moment what our parents were going through. They were at the prime of their age…were supposed to look good and enjoy their life to the fullest. Instead they were saving their hard earned money for their kids. But we…we as kids were battling for attention of our friends, how we look, how to win in games, how to perform better in school, how to fight and win from each other…Now when I look back at those days I realize just how much we have lost. When our parents were so young, vibrant and beautiful we never ever realized that…and now when they are old, tired and wrinkled…we yearn for those old days when mom and dad were so beautiful.

Things worsened when my bro was detected to have problem with his urinary tract. He was operated upon thrice for the same problem in a short span of one year. That further strained their pocket. And the tension involved was immense. After all watching your child going to Operation Theatre is no easy task. That was a period when I saw my parent extremely disturbed and tensed. The whole life got upset. And finally my bro came back from the hospital. When he came back I was at school unaware that he has been discharged from the hospital. I remember that afternoon… when I was coming back from school and I spotted my bro sitting in the balcony of our home. I just did not know how to react. He was smiling at me…I was watching him and suddenly he got blurred. I was confused for a fraction moment and then realized that I was crying, even though I was laughing. I realized just how much missed him and loved him…

Be kind-everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

Thats not simply a copied tagline...this is the what I have experienced all my life. I have battled hard in my life. My birth itself was a war that my mom fought. When my mom was five months pregnant with me, she contracted jaundice. She was told by the doctors that either she or the baby would survive. But my mom held on to her faith, guts and energy. She suffered a lot during her pregnancy. But my parents efforts and faith brought results when I was born on 29 December 1973. The day I was born was the coldest day of the decade. My grandpa named me Coldie.