As you all know, my relationship with my parents isn’t such a good one. After years of living with Mom, I realized that blood isn’t the only thing that makes you family. At my houses, both in Cochin and Bahrain, I never really felt at home
“A Family is a Place, To cry, To laugh, To vent frustration, To ask for help, And tease, And yell, To be kissed and hugged and smiled at. It’s not blood that brings our ties but friendship of the third degree.” - This phrase makes me jealous each time I read it.
Broken apart by age, drifted away from each other in time, my family has not only separated each other by miles, but in hearts too. I don’t expect any of us to come together again, like we used to love. The only two people I love on this planet, and call a family is my sister & her little girl. It will always be like that, forever! because I will only let a person hurt me once.
I’m not here to ramble about my dysfunctional family, but I just wanted to share something small…
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I stared into the starless skies through the car window. I was sitting on the backseat along with Mom on our way to drop her off at the Bangalore airport on a cold frosty morning in November at three in the morning. I haven’t talked to her much during her visit here from Cochin. But I just thought I should go along to see her off. As we drove along on the virtually empty highway, my iPod changed songs and played the song thats embedded in this blog entry.
My Mom kept her right hand on the seat and was staring out the window on the other side. I wasn’t controlling myself, I was half sleepy. Its been very long since I was this close to Mom. Involuntarily, my left hand slid on the backseat and got hold of my Mom’s free hand. It was cold and felt old. I have never even touched her in a very long time, but during the few minutes with her, I felt young again. I wanted the childhood I never had. She clutched my fingers tighter but we didn’t speak a word. I listened to FarAway as we sped across Bangalore.
I felt as if the song had a deep connection to my life as I was able to relate to it far more than i ever did to any song.
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