Mymusings

 Dear Readers, Happy Mothers Day to all the cool moms out there!  Mothers are walking angels on Earth. They wake up before the alarm clock and sleep after everyone in the house dozes off. They are the sunshine which make the small buds blossom into scintillating flowers. Words can never be the manifestations of their care and selfless love.  Well, as child our mother is the first who hears the tumults of joy and mayhems of our life. But as time fades away and one moves out from his/her abode for career or jobs, the tender connection with one's mother becomes bleak. One becomes so workaholic that calls from one's mother becomes a response sheet. She remains in the same place, throughout the years, becoming more and more grey-haired, waiting for the whole day for that five-minute call. She frets for his/her beloved's welfare but does one show even 0.01% care for her?  Dear readers, remember that she is growing old too. I think that everyday is MOTHER'S DAY. Do we reall...

The confined death bed played the reel of my life. Alas! the whole picture seems like a never-ending marathon chasing my ambitions and garnering my reputation. The memories give a pang of bitterness to my weakening heart and here I am left to ponder and debate on the path I trod.  They said to earn degrees, purchase villas, and ride on nothing less than a Lamborgini. I designed my plans listening to their advice but turned a deaf ear to my soul. I played the role of Icarus leaping at the Sun but the waxwings of avarice melted and I fell on the grave of my dreams. They doted me, attracted by the essence of my wealth, sucked all my resources, and buzzed all sugar-coated words. Who were they? A mere trifle group of humans who never cared for me! But now I feel like a dead bird slowly being eaten up by his boorishness in believing those who never show up their head in his sufferings. The mansion might be a materialistic bliss, but what use of such grandiose flats when I don't have anyo...