Times have changed…….. we have adapted ourselves to so many changes that our rate of adaptation has outpaced our appetite for life.
I have always wondered when a man and woman bring among them a new life. For years they nourish and watch that life grow into a person. One day quite abruptly, that child leaves home and goes far away.
For me that day was six years back. The year I crept out of my school.
I barely knew myself then let alone understand the complexities of life that lay in the outside world. I wonder what did my parents think about me at that time……living under a protected environment for all of my eighteen years, they must have felt quite concerned of having me go out on my own. It was tough…..maybe it’s the same for everyone in the beginning. But I gradually started to cope with it.
Heck no!!! I actually started liking my freedom…..
But this transition also brought a frightening realty. Over these years the relationship with my parents has changed drastically. I sometime wonder whether we have quietly become strangers. I have allowed the Time to have slipped by like sand through a weak grip.
I hate to admit this……but I have been just a mute spectator, as if staring at it will heal the wound by itself or bear a solution.
It makes me question if parenthood is so utterly thankless, its fruit so completely insecure, in the hands of their children who decide to squander its rewards.
