Thursday, 2 June 2011

Es un Nuevo Comienzo

On night suddenly I woke up at 3 & saw a lady sleeping next to me. At first I was shocked as I thought her to be a ghost but then I realized that she was someone in real flesh & blood. I hurried to my dad’s room & woke him up. I was anxious to know who she was!!! My dad told me that she has come to take care of my mother as she was on complete bed rest due to extreme arthritis. I assumed her to be a better form of a house maid.
It was later I realized that she was more than just a care taker. Every morning I used to get up & see my mumma weeping alone, my dad wouldn’t be next to her. At that tender age it was difficult for me to understand why my dad used to go & sleep next to my mother’s care taker. I used to hate that lady because I thought her to be the reason for my mother’s added pain. I used to see my mother & the lady fight day in & day out. One chance & either of them would have devoured the other. My dad wouldn’t dare to butt in, lest that would be the last day of his life!!
The fights kept on increasing day by day; I was fed up of the chaos that took place every day. Children of my age at that time tried to escape school by making some or the other excuse but I never did so because school was the place that gave me a break from the tension that my family created. I hated the dismissal bell as it meant like a knell to me… ‘TIME TO BE BACK TO HELL’. Years passed by seeing the two of them fight.
Finally the day of my mother’s death arrived. I was shattered into pieces. I could see the lady weeping too. I assumed her tears to be the ones that belong to a crocodile!!! I had really bad memories of her with my mother, so whatever she did for me by default seemed bad. I felt all alone in my own house. No one to listen to me, my troubles & problems I had with that lady. My dad seemed to be a puppet in her hands. I felt very lonely & went far away from both of them. I never smiled when I was home. My parents wouldn’t hear my voice for days. I had become a very very different person.
Years later I realized that I had committed a grave blunder by prejudging the lady god himself had sent to my rescue. I never saw the love she always carried for me in her eyes. I never saw that she kept me covered from the big bad world, away from all harm. I never saw how much she cared for me (a lot more than my mother would ever have been capable of doing). I overlooked the fact that she never had her own child only for my sake. How could I be so mean & selfish? For almost 4 years after my mumma’s death I kept her aloof from her share of love. But as they say ‘better late than never’, today i love her more than anything in this world because she is the one who taught me the importance of looking at the world through your heart's eyes!!!
Always remember every ending gives way to a new beginning.....

Es un Nuevo Comienzo - Its a New Beginning