The Boundless Motherhood. . . When it come to Mother I always find myself feeble to write anything, & So is now, But, Today what makes me overcome this and making me write is what i came across yesterday, Thursday,Shirdi. As from my weekly routine I happen to visit Shirdi each Thursday for Darshan Off course, Usually I hardly get in Q for darshan, ha ha as we enjoys Gawkari entry, But, Today was something usual. May be Mr. Fate wanted me to notice that experience. Standing in a huge Q & struggling to find a void to fulfill my lungs oxygen demand. Indias 2nd populated Nation, They say & I experienced in here. Folks like bees in their Com flooded in Q almost smelling each others Armpit. Yack. Even after remember that feeling to puke. Leave Leave Leave... Someday Ill explain specifically how it exhausts in such Q with zillions of unbath like chimpanzees around or if your well interested in such adventure Do visit Shirdi for Once. Well, As my 1st line says, The Boundless Motherhood The fact I experience make my soul mutter this... The story goes as, There was a South India couple standing about 2 feet away from me, with a small kid sleeping on her shoulder. I must say, There is nothing more cute than a small baby sleeping relaxingly on her Mummas shoulder :* Now youll wonder how she caught my eye in such Q Its just because it was one of rarest fair south Indian I ever seen (my EX is exception :p ) A beautiful lady in her 25s dressed pleasely in typical white saree with a yellowish-brown embroidery around the edges. A dazzling red rose pucked just behind her ear in dark hairs tightly & neatly ending in plait. No No No It was not this what caught my eye, It was the Motherhood which she carried with her in perfection. When observing this external beauty I could control my eyes to see her face which I already have scripted in my mind. A soft face but I could easily make out the anxiety, fair & Helplessness over it... First thought came to my mind was that it could be the loathsome smell effect but... No. That was not what was making her flurry, Trying hard to catch her eyes i finally made it, Those darkish eyes which were continuously passing those signals of worry & care towards the other end, just about 5 feet away from me (her). & That sight gave me the answer for her cold sweat, the goose bumps. A Punjabi women in yellowish salwat kameez with a girl about a year old. A little girl was crying her heart out, Sobbing as thunder over Mummas shoulder.. Bloody Noisome made her suffer :@ Finally losing her cool & grit the southee women handed her own kid to hubby and straight away made her way to feeble child sobbing. I admired as what made her do so? What made her run cats & dogs to bewailing small girl? & With No resist the Bhabi too handed the little girl to her. What made the Punjaban hand over her piece of soul to unknown women without any spot of doubt in her heart? What ? & addling more to my developing hysteria the little girl who was howling & sniveling before few minutes is now curved her tiny pinks lips in cute smile & was busy crushing the red rose behind ear. What made all this happen? What was the bond between those two women? The same bond which Lord Krishna had with Maiya Yashoda & Maiya Devki, my brain peeps in, Its The bond of Motherhood which cant be bound in any racism or nationality. I may term it over Humanity too as its not bound to just Humans as well. #Baas_yuhi
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:09:48 +0000
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