Disclaimer: Very Dark. Sorry for that. I start off writing a blogpost without thinking of the way it would go and sometimes, it just turns out this way.
She had taught him English at home because they could not afford an English medium school. She had not eaten for three days when the school teacher told her that her son had copied in the examination. She cried the day he became a doctor and firmly believed that had it happened five years earlier, her dead husband would have not succumbed to an abrupt spell of fever.
She deserved to know. She deserved to know the truth that was so close to him.
The first few lines on a note in his drawer read: "Dear mom.. there is something that I need to tell you. It's not that I am guilty or wrong. It's just that I understand that it will hurt you. And I somehow cannot bring myself to doing that."
He carried her on his shoulder today. He was going to carry the burden of not telling his mother this truth for the rest of his life.
Do you have a secret, a truth that you want to tell your parents too?
about the mirror that separates a person and his reflection...
about the horizon that connects the blue sky with the earth...
about aaditya the sun and aaditya the son.
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Aaditya and Me by Aditya Joshi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License


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Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Monday, December 31, 2007
Mothers
A mother gives birth. That's how we get to breathe. A mother gives life. That's how we get to be the person that we are. Mother protects. A mother helps us differentiate between the right and the wrong. Mother cares.
A teacher is a mother. A nurse is a mother. A person who helps you get up when you slip over a banana peel, is a mother. A mother is not just a person - it's a feeling. The world's most precious and beautiful feeling.
A teacher is a mother. A nurse is a mother. A person who helps you get up when you slip over a banana peel, is a mother. A mother is not just a person - it's a feeling. The world's most precious and beautiful feeling.
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