Sunday, 28 December 2014

The Warmth




In those chilling winters during our early school days, as soon as the power went off in the evening, our hearts filled with delight. That was the time to relish some wonderful breaks from our studies. I remember how I, my elder brother and my little sister tried to position us inside our father’s big shawl, to feel the comfort sitting in his lap. Such happiness of warmth reignites every time  my little angel, Jia, takes pleasure to cuddle up together with me early morning, when her mom tries to wake her up to prepare her for school. Well, now I can feel the peacefulness of the warmth inside my father’s shawl, same like before; it was so relaxing. But with growing age,  I couldn’t realize how and when the space inside his shawl didn’t fit me any longer and the warmth simply got detached day by day.

17 comments:

  1. Time never stops for anyone...we all grow up. And we always cherish the sweet memories from our childhood...

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    1. Yes Arpita, never stops for anyone. Glad you liked the post and thanks a lot for dropping by!!

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  2. really...we never understand this things at the time of grow up and suddenly all the things come back in a moment....

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    1. Yes, Dohit. we usually ignore small things, Thanks a lot for dropping by!!

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  3. Wow! this post made me nostalgic of the days gone by. Life comes to a full circle.

    Parul

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    1. Thanks Parul :) glad you liked the post and found it nostalgic. Thanks a lot for dropping by!!

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  4. I remember those evenings too ! Power cut meant all kids outside on the road ! And as it grew dark we would light a fire with leaves sprewn over the road in front of our homes... this reminds me of a specail kind of warmth... How I wish the day of detachment never came by.

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    1. wow! fire outside the house sounds so exciting. We used to do it only on special occasions :) Glad you enjoyed the post and could refresh your good old memories. Thanks a lot for dropping by, Nisa!!

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  5. The simple moments of life are the most beautiful ones, thanks for reminding it,

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    1. Yes, simple moments of life are the most beautiful ones. Glad you liked the post and thanks a lot for dropping by!!

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    1. Thanks Kalpana Ji :) Glad you liked the post. Thanks for dropping by!!

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  7. beautiful feeling described in words

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    1. Thanks Farah :) Glad you liked the post. Thanks for dropping by!!

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  8. Hi, I nominated you for the “very inspiring blogger awards” as your blog truly inspires me. Thanks. http://mumbong.blogspot.in/2014/12/very-inspiring-blogger-award.html#gpluscomments

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    1. First of all congratulations for winning the award, Balaka. Thanks a lot for nimonating my blog for the award. It's a pleasure and an honor for me!!

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  9. A cycle of time. In our teens we start getting detached from father but as we approach 30s we realize its time to return. By that time we understand being in our father s shoes and what it takes to be a father.

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