"The mind is everything: what you think, you become."
Gautam Budhdha has rightly said this.Right now in my bed room ,thinking that I am in my mother's lap.Now I can feel the warmth and tender touch of my mother's fingers.Although she is far away from me .she is at such place that it is impossible to come . I think she is just with me ,dictating me what to write on my Blog.
I am a small baby wearing printed frock and insisting to go out to play .she had held my hands tightly so that I didn't go out in the sun .oh 'I am unable to release my hands. Its paining.
I am a bride and this is Rukhsati time .My mother is crying and I am watching silently.My pillows are wet.She is really weeping.
Now I am standing near her bed .She is on her last journey .unable to converse with any one.She is leaving us . I have severe ache in my chest.Something is breaking.Something is leaving from my heart making an open space for pain to reside.
What to do .Everything is blank and black.Nothing is visible.
The bell rings .I am back to my normal routine.
I AM A MOTHER.A WIFE.A TEACHER .A PREACHER , A SISTER,A TRAINER ..............I am every thing what I think.