Memories are so precious,  especially the ones that bring smiles to our minds and happiness to our hearts. Small instances of thoughts that are expressed as memories. The 'first times' in our lives. when i first saw my son,  the very first time made me want to cry seeing the tiny life.  An infant with his dark unfocussed eyes and tiny hands...ohhh that just touched my heart and all i wanted to do was hold and embrace my child.

Today he's 16 years of age and a young man at that, with his defined face and smiling eyes i just cannot still get enough of him. In time soon he will be ready to fly out of my nest and i will watch from a distance. Lifes longings shoot an arrow into the distance in the future. Sometimes i sit and fret and worry for what will become of me then yet then sometimes again i think of the many ways i can make sure he is going be alright always.

 Today when i woke this morn i thought of how my mom must have felt when i was growing up along with my two brothers. Then as a teenager i thought she was a busy woman who made sure that we were taken care off and a system prevailed in our lives. just how wrong was i i know that today cause the security  and the assurance she provided uss till exists within me which in return i just pass on to my child. so in short what i got from her i gave to my child.

Now its my turn to provide her with the assurance that i will always be thrEe for both of them. No matter what!

THE LOVE WE GET FROM OUR PARENTS IS WHAT HELPS US SUSTAIN THROUGH OUR LIVES.IT ALSO HELPS US TO GENERATE AND PRODUCE MORE LOVE FOR OUR OWN CHILDREN AND SOMETIMES THIS LOVE IF NURTURED WELL BECOMES COMPASSION BENEFITiNG THE SOCIETY IN WHICH WE LIVE.

 I still have remembrances of mom and dad taking care of us when we were perhaps 4 or five. playing games with them in our old army bunglow kind of houses up in the hills of J&K. i still recall crossing strams with our feet all stone cold cause the water that flowed within it came from melting glaciers.... such are memories sweet and enchanting. so when i am down and low and all alone i return to times when i was a lil girl with curly hair and the word ' mom ' always on her lips.

A couple of years ago i spent time with my grandma whos 96 today and i was amazed as to how vivid her memories of her own childhood were. she often told me that she thinks of her long expired parents even more so now. She recalls the alleys through which she would pass to get to her own home. her father's huge house in the middle of the wheat fields and the mango orchards around.

i sit and wonder how she still passes her time with few people to talk to her and physically offer her their presence. Biji THOU ART GREAT AND THIS TIME WHEN I COME AROUND I WILL SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU THAN EVER.