Hey
friends,
Does
anybody remember going to the school for the very first time? No? Please go and
ask your mother, because she is the one who must be remembering each and every
detail of you not leaving her to go to the school. This is a very difficult
time to let go off your mother for those three hours. It is not that you didn’t
want to go to the school that you cried the holy shit out of you, but this was
because that you were not habitual of staying away from your mothers ever. You
ate with her, slept with her, watched TV together, stood with her in the
kitchen and looked at her doing all that kitchen stuff for hours. You even had showers
with her because she couldn’t leave you behind in the lobby or the room to get
hurt. You also enjoyed being in her lap while she was doing other house chores to
prevent you from crying out loud without any reason in particular. And all day,
since morning till you slept, she and you stayed together.
And all of
a sudden, a day has come when you are going away from her among the strangers,
who are trying to please you, even helping you to pee and trying hard to make
you feel at home. But in your heart of hearts, your eyes are gradually looking
at each and every corner of this strange building for the one and only. Where
is she? Why has she left me here? Is she ever going to take me from here or
not? Does she still love me? When, when, when is she going to come? Three long
hours seem like infinity (because I am two-year old who cannot compare two time
units with each other). I am crying like
I will never stop. Only her face can give the relief to my suffering of
separation.
Now, where
is this strange young lady taking me to? Oh my God! A few more little people
who are crying like me. Hey, someone arrived through that door, to whom I want
to run and hug tight. I want to again feel the same warmth of her arms around
me that was always there. I want to question her “why you left me here”? “Will
you do it again”? And in all these questions running in my mind I only hold her
tight, crying and not looking anywhere else as she is my world that I lost a
few hours back and after a lot of pain and suffering I found her back.
Constantly speaking with lisp “I will nevell do bat thelle (I will never go
back there).”
But this
beautiful lady, whom I call mom, makes me understand that she also went through
the same pain while she left me in the school ALONE, but she had to do this for
my own good, to make me an independent person, to make me a rising soul. I
don’t understand what she is saying to me, I don’t understand those big words
like doctor and engineer; I only want to stay in her lap forever.
However,
she will again send me to this strange place called school for my good (she
says so!). Perhaps, some day I will understand what she meant. Till then, I am
enjoying her love!
Love
Sonam
