I love my parents. Do you?
Today I’m back home with Maa and Baba,
my flight been late,my knees pain sitting shiftly for approximately two hours now.
I landed finally. I sighed.
I see smiling faces & glittery eyes of both.
My Baba’s acting of been a strict rigid persona is on mode ten, my Maa is as gentle as always. Initially she frowns at me looking my face of distressing acne. But that’s fine. It’s normal between us.
I reach home and switch on the blank television front of me and repent that inspire of telling them several times my kind of channels are not added. It’s been a repent to me since I left them alone. There’s been only 20 channels that Maa Baba dedicatedly watch, & even when I gave them a wishlist of my channels, nothing changed. That’s okay!
For the rest of my nine days of my stay, I hear complaints about my Maa’s knee ache and I see my Baba’s growing grey hairs. I see my mother applying different oils of aryurvedic supplements and continuous therapies for that hope of a good strong leg someday. I see my father accepting this phase and moving ahead in life. He’s having mood swings these days.
Do you feel that your Maa Baba are getting older?
I feel it everytime I visit their room, a small cupboard like thing & full of boxes,different kinds of boxes and packets. Seems just like a first aid box though but, it isn’t anything but share of medicines that Maa Baba share.
My eyes noticed these tiniest signs of old age in their behaviour & in their dietary.. My maa has left eating all her delicacies just to avoid health issues. The doctor she visits feels like donating money without a cause.
My father just nods to whatever she says, his mobile keeps him busy. He becomes irritated when disturbed.
There’s a subtle shadowed childhood that I noticed now.. I feel it.. a sublime ask for support..
It’s just not me but you must have also noticed but never said or expressed.
I’m happy my parents have found a new hobby – discussing & watching movies.