Inspite of his faults....

He is not perfect and neither are you
He comes with his flaws and so do you
He may not love you the way you want him to
He may not miss you when you want him to
He may not give you roses when you expected diamonds
He may not say things how you want to hear it
But make sure you hold on to him
Make sure you hold tighter when all you want to do is analyse him, judge him, push him and test him.
Yell at him if he makes you crazy; punch him hard when he makes you crazier but love him harder.

Because he will make you smile in the most trying times
He will try to hold on to you when things fall apart
He will make you dance with him at the most unexpected melodies of life
He will give a piece of himself to you knowing very well how easily you could break it

All this inspite of his faults…. 

natashahavewala: Conversation with a quarter of mine……

natashahavewala: Conversation with a quarter of mine……: Sometimes I feel I am balancing on a double-edged sword telling my son to do whatever he wishes to do in life while simultaneously scr...

Conversation with a quarter of mine……

Sometimes I feel I am balancing on a double-edged sword telling my son to do whatever he wishes to do in life while simultaneously screaming to him ‘will you just stop that’ every two minutes!!  Vow!!! Talk about paradoxes. So this morning as usual he starts jumping while I make him ready for school. And I tell him, ‘so you want to be footballer I see. He grins and jumps higher on the bed and then in my sweetest voice I tell him, ‘please don’t jump’ while making him wear his uniform and the next moment I hear myself say, ‘can’t you stand still. What’s wrong with you?’ so he stops and smiles, ‘you said I was a footballer so now why are you angry? You are sometimes laughing, sometimes sad and always angry at me.’ And he makes that long face and hugs me and says, ‘don’t be angry. If you will be angry then your whole day will go bad.’ Talk about my toddler giving me my teachings back!!!

So I apologise to him but I want to know the assessment of his observations. So here it goes. ‘I was angry because we are getting late for school and you have been jumping all around.’ He- ‘but you are always angry and you always so no for everything.’ Now where the hell did that come from? So as calm as I try to be I say, “When do I say no to you?” With his hands tight on his waist he says, ‘for toys you say no, for ice cream you say no, then?’

For a brief second I am taken aback and I know I have a delicate path to cross and I cannot falter so even though the clocks ticks and in my mind I am already seeing my self-late to school, I know I cannot break this conversation. So I tell him, ‘Mommy has a responsibility towards your well-being and to discipline you and there are ways I can do that. Sometimes I make you understand that we already have three airplanes and we cannot buy one more just because it’s blue in colour. I can deny you an ice-cream if you have a runny nosy. And I can shout if you misbehave also. So if in doing all this you think mommy is bad and always gets angry then its okay to feel that. But mommy also loves you berry berry much.’ And I wait for his response.

He looks at me with those mousy eyes and finally says, ‘but what disciple means?’ Ahhhhhh, all my gyan huh!! So, I roll my eyes, rush to pick up our bags, with an already cold sandwich in one hand and holding my young one with another I rush towards the door yelling yet again. ‘Discipline also means running to school to be on time.’   

... and that is what completes me!!!

The strongest of the iron has to go through the hottest of the fire – says a contemporary wisdom!! Each one of us has to go through our sufferings that make us strong. This strength gives us perseverance, builds our character and moulds our grit.

But I do not believe in this. Because suffering also leads me to sadness, breaks my soul, and limps me. It makes me see life in negative light. It takes away my inner light.

It may help mould my character but takes away my smile.
It may teach me to be patient but diminishes the depth of my core.
It may strengthen my bones but takes away my shining eyes.
It may sharpen my edges but leaves me cold and calculated

I don’t need to go through fire to make me realise what mettle I am made of.

I need to go through love to give me self- preservation.
I need a kind word to define my character
I need motivation to carve my grit
I need a smile to push my limits
I need to go through compassion to test my boundaries

And that makes me full. And that completes me!!

Innocence!!

I sit on the mud pie soaking the sun above me seeing my little one enjoying himself in the mud.

He rushes towards me carrying something colourful in his hands. I wonder to myself as I see him running - what a daunting task to clean him up later. But his little gesture leaves me filled with pure smile. His small palms have firmly fenced the daffodils and tulips with sand all around it. “Mommy this is git for you,” he says. He puts them all in my lap gives me a peck and rushes to play in his mud pool.   

Such is innocence! Some worthless fallen blossoms for me but for him they are vibrant and colourful flowers. And he thinks of gifting them to me.

Innocence doesn’t see what something is meant to be but it sees as what it is. It doesn’t perceive, doesn’t judge and isn’t opinionated. It is just as it is!! 

Words!!!

A lot has been written about you!!

I used you ruthlessly to bend a bone and pierce a heart 

I used you to create pain and shame
I used you as weapon to embarrass and humiliate
But then I realised there is no taking you back because it left me bitter
With this I lost myself and the relationships I bargained with
And then I mend my fingerprints in the hope that all will be restored but then you have already destroyed it.

I realised…
When you come out; it can make someone’s day or might havoc a nightmare
You can hurt a heart or heal a soul
You can wound the mind or restore the core
You can define and disgust or liberate and rejuvenate
You can make someone cry or make them tearfully laugh
You have the power to build or the strength to destroy
You can make or break but once out, you can never be taken back!!

So, when I choose you, I decide!!
I decide to use you emotionally and intelligently
I use your power to cultivate a weak heart
I use your strength to nurture a broken soul
I use your influence to motivate a desperate mind
I make a choice that when you come out, it shows and spreads tenderness and love, sensitiveness and thoughtfulness.

So I choose my words!!!

#Motherhood!!!

A place where you go and then there is no turning back.

It takes you to paradise and perdition every day. It makes you do the most mundane tasks when you imagined your life charted for more challenging. It makes you get up at the twinkling of the stars and makes you slumber during bright sunshine. You make judgement of errors and it makes you confused further because it doesn’t come with a hand book. You get hurt easily now. You seek for help but you despise unwanted advice. It makes you frustrated and desperate. It makes you cranky and depressed.


The very energy of it forces you to change. 
It breaks the old you no matter who you were or you thought you are because it builds you now.
It shatters your own image in front of you to build your soul that learns to give unconditionally.
It crushes your thoughts of a perfect woman because it makes you so imperfectly perfect with those stretch marks and flabby stomach.
It breaks your bones because it builds your mind to keep getting up when you hear little cries.
It makes you cross the bridge between the woman you were and the woman you become.
It helps you bring out the love, the nestling; the care that was seated deep inside you that even you did not know existed.
It brings out patience and tolerance; it makes you smile and cry at the same time.


It’s a long lonely walk without any appraisals and bonuses.
You may never get a kind word in return but always a finger pointed.
Yet, you don’t stop; you don’t limit because that’s what makes you a mother.
Love, then doesn’t come from your heart. It is born out of every single cell of your being.
You then challenge even nature because the little hands that hold you give you strength and power.
Nothing bad and mean touches you because the purity surrounding you is so strong that it defeats everything else.


Motherhood that touches every woman in its own unique way but it takes us all through the same sweet journey.

You always leave your finger prints…

Sometimes in the midst of your solitude, you think ‘what am I?’
You think ‘I am just a spec in the universe?
You think ‘do I matter?’
You think ‘will I be ever remembered?’
You think ‘what have I done so far?’

Yes, you matter. You are remembered.

You are remembered in the way you touched someone’s heart tenderly when you loved
You are remembered in the coffee mug that you once presented to an old friend
You are remembered in the joke you shared with your colleague that made his day
You are remembered in the times when you got intoxicated with your friend and puked and still laughed your guts out
You are remembered when you silently walked besides someone in his times of trouble
You are remembered when you put an arm and empathised with someone
You are remembered when you taught a life skill to your co-worker that helps him now
You are remembered when someone reads a book that you recommend
You are remembered when a song is played on which you danced wildly
You are remembered when you flirted with someone and he blushed and flushed
You are remembered for being you!
You leave your finger print every time on everyone you meet
You leave a part of you with them!

She is....

Her heart is an ocean of secrets. Her life a book so closed
Her mind filled with plethora of words and face that holds the expressions that cannot be told
Her hands that felt a baby’s touch, have knead dough, have touched a rose petal
Her hands that have fixed a bulb, helped an ailing fellow, and cleaned and dusted the home
She lives by her rules.

Works equally hard to prove herself, never letting anyone to undermine her. She believes and lives by her individualism.

When she chooses to give in it takes a strength of mettle
Her giving up and giving in comes from her acute understanding of maintaining a balance in life and that consideration is because she is a nurturer, a giver, a soul-bearer, with a fierce belief in her worth and self.
Clothes and shoes don’t define her. She is a definition by herself.
Her pain, her sorrows are her own. It takes an equal partner who would dive deep into her heart and mind to feel her.
She doesn’t thrive on acknowledgement or gratitude. To win her, you, need to rise to her level

Keep her because if not she is a woman who will find her own path eventually.

Her Hands!!!

Her hands that held the softness of her baby’s skin!
Her hands that caressed her child’s cries
Her hands that washed the poos and puke yet tendered and nurtured her growing one
Her hands that made food with love and care… and fed those hungry tummies
Her hands that hugged and fostered a terrified child and her imaginary demons in the bright nights
Her hands that played with toys and, pushed her cheerful child on the swing and relentlessly pressed the sea saw when she happily screamed ‘higher, higher’.
Her hands that were never held back when she had to discipline her stubborn one yet calmly hugged and embraced later

Her hands now wrinkled and crinkly and her child now a woman but still those hands make the lip smacking food that is simple but heart- warming
Her hands still gently caress her girl’s hair when she is tired and felt failed
Her hands still touch a part of her girl when all seems lost
Her hands still wait to feel her girl’s face
Her hands still gives warmth and strength
Her hands never ceases to lose that love
Her hands are that of a Mother!!
  

Mommy brains and food in-between

Am a meat and fish eating woman married into a traditional home of no meat eating only pure greens family. Well, one reason I married my husband because I fell in love with him and of course because like me he too loves the taste of sliced chicken and fish curry.  So entering a home where veggies and pulses is relished and chicken and meat abhorred was a tough call but then love conquers all. But then you are still fine as long as you eat out and no meat cooked at home.

But marriage also brings in children and how about wanting to feed your off spring a slice of fresh Basa and a roasted chicken. Indian homes are traditional and there is a clear divide between meat eaters and no meat. It’s an eternal battle between the ones wanting to save the plants and the ones wanting to save the wild life. Well, but when it comes to motherhood it’s only the battle of feeding the food that what you feel is right. And so there came a time when, I felt to introduce to my offspring that which I love and enjoy eating, and I know has its merits too specially made by me in my kitchen.  So how do I solve this, not hurting the cultural obligations of my in-laws and yet making my offspring enjoy variety of foods? Quiet a dilemma isn’t it?

‘When you have no answers leave it to God!’ in this case when I didn’t have any answer I left it to my paediatrician. So it was a simple task. Make the doctor say what I wanted to hear. All children we know are fussy eaters. No child eats what is fed and they all irrespective to age thrive on junk. And all grand parents and parents think that their child is the thinnest and needs to be fed all the food so that they gain weight. Even with studies showing on myriad of information on food and eating still when it comes to age old thinking you can never fight the adage. There is no guarantee in getting an advice that which says, ‘the doctor doesn’t know anything. We have also raised kids. What does the doctor know?’ huh! Quite a pain point. Yet, I decided to take my chances.  

So I marched to the paediatrician with my toddler and my mom-in-law for his routine check-up and took out my favourite topic that all the paediatrics wants to be saved of hearing.so this is how the conversation goes. Me- ‘he isn’t eating properly. Is his weight fine? Should I introduce something else? Him- ‘no, he is fine. Look he is so active.’ Me- ‘but his weight is on the lower side of the average. So now when I speak his language, the doc takes me seriously. Him-‘every 4 hours a meal is good with all veggies and pulses.’ Me- ‘anything on his protein intake? He hates milk as well.’  Him- ‘you can start giving him chicken. Boiled chicken, stock is very healthy.’ Yipeeee, first hurdle crossed. I can feel my mother-in-law go red. But I continue. ‘Thank you we say and leave.’

When we reached home, I told everything to my man verbatim. Well, he is my partner in crime. And being the sportsperson that he is who was fed eggs as major source of energy was more than willing to have his son being fed all that his wife thought was important. All the while his mother giving us disapproving glances. But when it came to her grandchild and his health even her traditions I guess went for a toss and finally relented to my paediatrics mind- twisted advice and her son’s last say!

Finally, we have an amalgamated family who love and cherish and respect each other’s flavours and practices. Well, my offspring surely has grown to love his fish and chicken simultaneously loving his greens as well. His grand mom is happy seeing his eat still fretting on his weight. My man is happy with what is laid on his plate and for me, in between my nursery rhymes I am a happy mom, thanks to my mommy brains! 

Come fall in love with #Pondicherry!!

A small yet mysterious Union territory tucked along the eastern coast of Southern India, Pondicherry or Puducherry as called by locals is a contrasting blend of French flavour with Indian culture. One of the largest French colonies in India with a strong French influence this archaeological town is a nest of serenity and mystery.

From history and antiquity to peace and spirituality to flora and fauna, the place offers something for everyone.

War Memorial is a monument dedicated in the memory of the soldiers who lost their lives in the First World War. The centre of the memorial is four white pillars and a stone figure of a soldier holding a gun. The beauty of this structure is further embellished with the lush greenery surrounding it and the morning sun shining brightly embellishing it with its hues. The ambience is peaceful and enticing giving a feeling of pride and emotions seeing the generation paying homage and respect for the brave ones.

The Pondicherry museum houses some of the splendid collections of sculptures and effigies. This museum houses the remains of archaeological findings from the Arikamedu Roman settlement. History and legendary French colonial also is a part of the museum.  Bronze sculptures of god and goddess, a wide gathering of temple lamps, handicrafts and art are also here. Some specimens of Chola and Pallava art from Pondicherry and Karaikal are displayed in the sculpture gallery.

Also on display is a primitive type of bow and arrow besides choppers, daggers, walking sticks with camouflaged weapons, iron and wooden gadgets and a boomerang. The oldest piece on display is a rusted sword (fashioned like the Roman swords) retrieved from a burial urn in Ousoudou village not far from Puducherry.

Located at the end of Beach road is a 3- meter high statue of Dupleix, built to honour Francois Dupleix, who governed Pondicherry till 1754. It is constructed over beautiful costly granite columns at the Place du Republique. The Statue of Dupleix overlooks the pretty children’s park. The statue is a must to be visited in the evening with it is illuminated against the backdrop of the setting sun.

The Botanical Garden is a beautiful tourist attraction. The garden encloses a good collection of exotic and rare plants and also houses an aquarium. It has a diverse collection of plant species from many parts of India as well as from abroad. The aquarium displays many sea living organisms including variety of fish flora. Apart from this the garden also has dancing fountains and children`s park which has a small toy train that passes through the tunnels, bridges and artificial waterfalls which are created to decorate the garden.

If you wish to spend quality time in solitary contemplating the pristine surrounding then Paradise Beach, with its cool breeze and golden sand serves as a resting hub. The view of the sunrise is amazing from the shore. You can either bask in the sun on the crystal like soft sands of the beach or swim in the cold water of Bay of Bengal. A stream on one side of the beach enriches the beauty of this place. This is really a secluded beach to relax. 

One of the most mystic charms of Pondicherry is the Auroville. A spiritual experimental township this place is a paradise for people who value inner peace and enjoy meditation. Auroville is a spiritual community with emphasis on individualism and harmony, whose ethos is based on the teachings of Sri Aurobindo and his revered Mother Mirra Richard, popularly known as Maa. More than thousands of people from all around the world live in this ashram round the year.  A gilt geodesic dome in the heart of Auroville, covered by round, concave steel plates with thin gold leafs encased in glass seems to reflect solar luminosity back to its source. This golden globe appears like a sun emerging from the earth.

So come and soak the vividness of Pondicherry and live an experience.

Individualism! Just a word or a meaning in itself?

Man they say is a social animal. We live socially. We tend to be social and with social media each one of us are inclined to be in the realm of social reservations and expectations. From a tender age we teach children to make friends. We tend to push their boundaries to play in groups. We make children think of ‘we’ group rather than ‘I’. We ingrain the need for social acceptance among our children.

We talk about each child to be unique yet subconsciously we develop a clone of them one way or the other. And in the process the child loses his individualism and uniqueness within the spectrum of social obligations. Surely, in some point in our lives we need inter-dependency but with that co-existence come responsible and polite demeanour and rejection and shaming of self and family is a complete no. So the child rather accepts norms and works in the demesne of collective harmony.

Is it possible to draw an in-between these two paradoxes? Can we co-exist within ourselves having both these values ingrained in us? To survive within these two values means compromising yourself. Can the delicate balance of the two keep peace and togetherness? 

Emulating the collective congruence means going with the herd. If the mind set that a group performs better than an individual puts the individualism to shame, then why Messi, Diego Maradona or Franz Beckenbauer the greatest footballer or why is Sachin and Dhoni revered as great cricketers when all these are team games. And yet some of the most celebrated sportsman are from games played by an individual.

Thoughts when germinated into an idea and took shape of multi-dollar business indeed came from individuals and never teams. Leaders became institutions because they stood true to their individualism and unbending attitude towards their own goals.  

The world needs individualism, people who relentlessly work on the ‘I’ than bog down to the coward spec of the ‘we’. There is no dishonour in withholding yourself above everything and everyone because that is all that can make you happy.

I am an introverted mom to an extroverted kid!!

The damm personalities again… Clash of the Titans again!! Only this time it’s my personality with that of my little monster.

To stand and make a light conversation can get my stress levels high. Well, as an introvert I hate talking in crowd. I can’t imagine befriending people on my own. I hate parties unless some bones of mine have been intoxicated and I am just a nervous wreck having to meet new or even known people especially if they are loud and boisterous.  Seriously, how do I manage one over-grown kid and one to be growing kid both over-excited and overtly restless?  But as an adult you can get away with lot of things that you want to avoid intentionally. But not as a mother to an over enthusiastic toddler. Having a quiet moment was my treasure that was suddenly snatched when my little munchkin suddenly became a monster to reckon with.

I am surrounded with moms who want to go to cafes and chill while their little ones are in school trying to decipher their A,B,C and Ds. So I duck and avoid - that’s the easy part. But how does one avoid the birthday parties? So, I drag myself with a bright smile only because my monster has to attend his friend’s birthday and give him his ‘gift’. So while he is busy with his gang I try to do small talks with my fellow mommies and surprise surprise the topic of discussion is ‘mom-in-law’ so I duck further and try to find my monster only to find his clothes messed up with some lovely chocolate cake with a wide grin on his face. 

I catch my moment of sanity by cleaning him but he is more than comfortable in the mess wanting to show off to his friends.  From when was a messy tee-shirt an in-thing?

I always knew my monster would be one hell of a determined guy but surely I realised the super market isn’t a place for that right now. So I put him in the trolley and we start our shopping with the list. But the adamant fellow wants to walk besides me pulling out his juices, milk cartons and chocolates by himself, pulling down half things along with it. And when I give him the murderous look he makes the sorriest face that I can’t help but smile. Without any options I make him sit on the trolley and I finally sigh a relief. But nonetheless the game isn’t over. “Excuse me everybody. Please move aside,” he shrills. The shoppers turn and smile giving my trolley a way to move.  Oh, how I wish the ground could swallow me right then rather than trying to push the trolley between the amused shoppers. And it doesn’t end. He doesn’t stop. He has to say thank you to each one of them. Why can’t he just sit and enjoy his cookies and chips, I wonder?

If cookies and chips don’t work, surely an ice-cream works when you want to sit in peace. But my monster thinks otherwise for sure. As a family outing we go grab a scoop. So my little fellow wants the pink colour ice cream. Just as I place the order I see he has disappeared. I spin my head and find him face-to-face with an adversary with a look that either of them challenging the other. So I jump in with a, “what happened,” and his adversary is quick to respond. It’s not pink colour ice-cream, its strawberry ice cream.  And how can the monster stay behind. So in a rather powerful force he says, “Its pink colour ice- cream not strawberry. So I Ms. Explanation tries to enlighten his rival, its strawberry but he does not know the name so for him its pink colour. The next thing my monster’s rival is categorically asked to mind himself and is dragged with a chocolate ice cream. My introverted eyes kept looking at my monster happily licking his pink ice cream not wanting to be dragged out but wanting to finish it there itself. How much I wished to disappear from the face of this earth. But alas, we go back with a big grin on his face. 

No more #nurseryrhymes... and #fairytales!!!

.... 'Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry; When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away'..... a sweet and funny rhyme as an adult. But as a mother to a toddler I was amused and then surprised and lastly shocked when I deciphered the meaning of this rhyme. Why would I want him to learn something about a boy that make girls cry and just because some boys came to play why the hell did this dude run away. Absurd!!!

So then I went to a simpler one which we all know is funny for an adult. 'Johnny Johnny yes Papa, eating sugar no papa. Telling a lie, no papa... open your mouth, hahaha.' So what did papa do? Well, for starters if my kid would do something like this his father would surely give him a tight on his right cheek. And as parents don't we keep pushing the values down our children's throat? Then why would I try to teach him a rhyme that goes totally against the taught values. So my motherly instincts just switched from nursery rhymes to story books before the little volcano would erupt next to me.

So my little toddler hands me a story book and tells me to "Read this story." Jack and the bean stock- vow that's cool I muttered. And so the story goes how Jack stole the gold coins, the harp and the golden hen from right under the giant's nose. Jack gets inside the castle because a mysterious bean tree had grown overnight outside his window from the seeds that he took in exchange of his cow. I mean, firstly the dud exchanges the cow for some bean seeds that he was to sell in the market and then he climbs the tree sneaks into the giant's castle and he has the audacity to cut the tree with an axe which is given by his mom and they actually live happily ever after. I mean seriously talk about having a nerve.

So I asked my toddler, so what did he understand. And he excitedly narrated that there was a big bean tree and the castle where the giant lived and the hen that gave eggs. And I sighed!

So, I flipped for another story that would be 'nice' for him. And I came across a story with a twist. Goldilocks and the three bears. Now what could you seriously find any hidden perceptions amongst three bears. But alas, surprise surprise I was so wrong. So as the story goes Goldilocks is a young girl who was roaming in the woods and gets lost and then enters a cottage. She sees three bowls of porridge and she empties one of them. Tries to sit on a chair and breaks it and finally climbs on the bed and goes off to sleep. Now haven't we always told our children do not enter any unknown places. Do not eat anything of which you have no knowledge and when the bears come back to their cottage and find the broken chair, empty porridge bowl they are bewilded of course and when they see Goldilocks sleeping, they get frightened and eventually frighten her and she runs away from the cottage never to go back again. Wow, am sure the bears would be happy to have Goldilocks off their backs. 

Enough of deciphering words and sentences and story lines. I finally closed the story book... switched on the visual medium and yipee we have "Avengers-age of Ultron."  To hell with screen time and excess two hours of movies and its magic!!!

....Just one more day....just some more hours!! #love #time

When a child is born she first snuggles in her parents arms. The tender and gentle love of her parents showered on her during her toothless days is her safe abode. They nurture her, feed her, and understand her slightest woe without her saying a word.  Slowly, she grows up into a fine lady and now she walks by herself. Each step is a culmination of her parent’s values and her own life experiences. She remembers her parents say, “Each step you take should be paved through hard work and honesty.” She is an individual now and takes her own decisions in life. She keeps moving, tolling and struggling. She goes to the extent that she forgets that she is also someone’s child.

And then one day she looks at her father. Once her hero, now old who is in no condition to run after her, to feed her or play with her. Yet his heart goes out for that young child who now has a mind of her own as he knows that after a day’s work she must be hungry. His physical strength might have reduced not his love. And when the lady looks at her father she feels that in the bargain to achieve fame and success she had forgotten her family. She tries to extend her hand, share her feelings but nevertheless.....

Her lifeline, her hero, her father has moved on to a life filled with bliss. As for the girl she is alone to fight the world once again. The world seems an illusion. She asks God for just one more day when she could just sit and talk to her father, she could tell him how much she cared and loved him. One last chance but that chance is eluded.

In the bargain of life and death she is deprived of those few hours. She whines and cries to numb the pain and the hurt to heal but she knows nothing would ever help again. And then comes the realisation.

She reminisces when her father taught her the values that she stands for today. She remembers his scolding and love. She realises that even in the discipline was love hidden. And even in death he made her realise that love is all.

Time gone is last forever. Every day we awake and move in the fast paced world not to be left behind. We pick pace with competition and struggle because we cannot compete destiny. We talk about goals and dreams that include our loved ones. But with whom would we share them if our near and dear ones are not there to share our life. Time is the most precious element. And time never returns. We know this eternal truth but how many of us understand it. We take it for granted that our loved ones are going to be with us. We do not want to face it that there would be day and time when they would leave us. And when they leave us we ask for those few hours with them. But we forget that we were flourished with time which we never respected. It is to teach us a lesson that we must start valuing our relationships no matter how stray they might have gone. Life is too short to hold grudges and indeed too small to struggle for petty things and forget the love.

Tell your parents that you love them. Tell them you care because nothing lasts forever. Not time, not people… what is there is now… don’t miss it…. You might never get a second chance.