There is this phase of life that I am in where a sort of a block seems to have erected itself between people living under the same roof but of different generations. And very vividly has this happened in form of a communication gap in our case. This note is a testimony to the fact that all families are not made the same way. Some evolve, some get lost. Some learn and get up while the others just hold on.
Here I am, born to a couple who crafted life on their terms - as told to me
Brought me up with loads of love and care which stands true with my sibling. There was growth with daily squabbles and smiles. But after some time, it just came to a stand still.
I moved out to study and they became a background to my life. Seasons changed and I explored myself further. But the background remained.
It was as stuck as any old cinema scene would be when the projector stops working.
Every time I came back with new thoughts and changed mindset, I was shown the real picture- of the stuck backdrop. It somehow has refused to change. The more I try, the worse it becomes in reflection.
Its like if you fiddle with a corrupted hardware, chances of it getting crankier are too many.
So like I said, every time getting to know the same old grim picture isn't all that great.
With high hopes for a future that I'd like to create for my family, I scribble this piece as a reminder for me to read 25 years later when (God Forbids) I shall become a stuck backdrop in my little one's life.
And sometimes these things can't be said. They just exist.
With thick walls, we close ourselves and then wonder why we are sad and not able to lead that life we always wanted.
I wish they could understand this and open up really to make the best of today.
To them, for they gave me life.
To them, for they made me learn.
To them, for they made me hopeful.
To them, for they are my family.
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