Talking about your wedding with your mom is a weird thing. As you are discussing the time, jewellery, the events, the works. Listening to her talk to you about how you should equip yourself to handle new responsibilities, the way she sees right through you and knows that when you say you dont want to get married just yet, you actually mean you dont wanna shoulder the responsibilities all the new relationships are gonna bring.She tells me " aur kitne din nishchint chidiya jaise udegi? ghar to zameen par hi hai na?", to which I grin n quip "buddhi hone tak." She retorts as effortlessly as it can be, in her typical poetic demeanor and verbiage; "jitni bhi buddhi ho ja, kabhi to ghonsle me aana hai na? apne jaisi ek chhoti chidiya ko udna nahi sikhana jaise maine apni chidiya ko sikhaya?". And just like that battle lost.
The journey of a mother and a daughter is such a queer one. Its as if you both metamorphose into womanhood together, side by side. Learning from each other, sharing each others feelings as though you are just friends, taking each others advice, sometimes fighting and then quickly making up bcz you both share the tendency of not being able to stay angry with ppl you love for too long. And you realise, you never wanna leave her womb and see what they call 'the world'. For that is where your world is.
You are where my world is.
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The last two lines are so symbolic...loved the whole write up as i hav gone thru this.
so heart warming :)
very touchin nd true di :)
who wants to leave a mothers womb afterall? daughters and sons alike. Don't we just want to crawl up and put our heads in her lap for her to run her tender hands through and over our heads and lull us to sleep?
Who would ever want to get out of heaven for long?
Brought tears to my eyes.
I am so touched by that....the conversation is so nostalgic....this makes me miss my mom now.
Yeah...you're absolutely right....and my mom too has this thing with poetic language...she speaks in metaphors so much that her habit is seeping into me slowly... :)
Isn't there a quote that says "You can't get along with your mom till a certain age, and then..you turn into her own self!"
Your mom sounds so lovable...give her my compliments....i loved that chidiya wala metaphor.. :)
Lovely! Mothers are beautiful :)
@ Ri : I can understand. Thanks hon.
@ Clueless : Thankyou. And welcome here. :)
@ Srishti : Hey honey! Good to see you here. Thanks!
@ Anshul : Never. Yes. Never.
@ Anwesha : hugs.
@ Anvita : I hope you called her.
@ Sherry : Whoever said that, said that right!
Thanks for your lovely words. :)
@ Sourav : Thanks.
One of the most intricate and still delicate relationship is that between a daughter and a mother.
You are being true and absolutely yourself. The charm is so contagious thus.
Very nicely expressed, Ella! Your mom is a gem!
And congratulations! I had no clue you guys had set a date :)
A beautifu Poem.. you are being prepared to fly ,soon
Tc
CU
@ Soumya : You're right. Its is intricate and immensely delicate.
I'm charming??!
Thankyou!
@ Kash : My mom is a gem. She's my bundle of joy. :)
And have not set a date. You'd be one the first know when I have one! Soon.
Thankyou!
@ CU : Haha. Yes I am. Thankyou.
Touchy post..Loved it:)
Take care
a bond which cannot be defined...
A Mother ( and her unconditional love, support and care) is probably God's most beautiful way of apologizing to you for everything else.
oh so touchy... I just saw the whole thing in my imagination. Can guess aunt's every expression :)
Please do convey her my regards... Missing those chats at your place :(
How much want to re-live the womb time. Great piece.
Hi Cin.
This is so awwwww....
N your mother clearly shows from where you get the poetic n expressive genius that you have:-)
Shouldering responsibilities is tougher than what Hercules handled over his strong shoulders...
Ask me...how for such a long while I almost feared it despite wanting it...
But you are much more sensible n so very in love...
U’d be a natural..
So go ahead n take the plunge...
Mommies always make sense:-)
N wish I could be a mommy like yours n mine:-)
love the last line - "you are where my world is"..i miss my mom!!
@ Neeha : Thanks.
@ Niraj : For sure. Thanks.
@ Jayded : Oh how wonderful! I cannot help but says perhaps you're right. Thanks for dropping by. :)
@ Siku : I miss them so very much! Will tell her. :)
@ Rashi : Thankyou. And welcome here.
@ Su : Whatever of the poetic expressionism I have, I do think it comes from her. She's a wonderful writer!
You will make an awesome mommy. The signs are rife already!
Thanks for the words of encouragement. :)
@ Shonali : Aww. Give her a call.
A clever and smart mother can "see" through you becasue of her wisdom and experience.
Clever and smart and a mom who knows her girl inside out. :)
sweet post.
this is my observation of desi girls and their mothers.
At first they can't live with them, the words hate coming to mind.
After they move away from home...well, they can't live without them and their mothers become their BFF. '
very heart warming btw.
mother's are heaven... both for gals as well as boys.. no wonder u forget every problem as soon as mothers put their hand on ur head.. heaven lies there :)
Awww! I miss my Mom too .. though I speak to her every other day but randomly in the middle of the day I realize I am married and get all Melancholic.
Hey,visited your blog for the first time, n this write upstolemy heart!!
The udti chidiya reference was mystic!!
I am with my Mom now! Don't miss her right now. Feels so good to be home and pampered! :)
Liked every bit of this post!
It is a very queer life of a mother actually..who wants her little bird to fly off but not too far either. The little bird may fly one day or other and that is what the mother wants too. But the flight is as difficult for her as it is for the daughter who makes her own world once she flies off.
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