Mother's Day:A Letter From Abroad
Kamala Sarup
Mother, I am confident that you will take everything with honors. I am happy and present to read this letter. Perhaps we were engaged in abstract love what I have learnt from you my mother, on the day of my departure, you had filled your eyes with tear drops while saying 'we would chat in email and telephone.'
I engaged myself to play with the letter posted to me by you. The letter proved to be medicine in the moment . Next to me , if I love anybody , it is you , you must be happy in this context . At present I am repeating the letter of your's to me .
Mother ! the definition of truth and ours is same and I am to make the relation more sensitive and delicate, it is certain . Love brings only positive results. I might win in love.
I know , we have passing the time. The time has pulled us together in such a position where we are bound to make an agreement. The agreement will indicate a new path to proceed. Why does not the life run according to our will ?
Mother! we can dedicate to lead life only when we are experienced about it. We should not deem our recognition as some people do. I dared to introduce you the meaning , depth, aim and dedication of love. It means I am mentally ready to make an agreement with pain and sorrow. We can't uplift ourselves beyond the definition of life . Life is short.
After long struggle of freedom, I reached to you and possibly can proceed the life alone without you. Or, I can start an independent journey. There is equal probability. The journey should not get full stop as there is no full stop of faith and love. If love should be considered as an undefined, this happens to be incomplete in itself and these can't be included in the measurement of love, love can have a number of definitions. The one definition among these on the measurement of love is the nearness of heart and the support of feeling. Of course a love can dissolve like fantasy, but the ups and downs of fantasy's air wing is never a love. If love is accepted in an easy and simple way, love is a decoration, a worship.
Mother, imagine yourself! Is not that love, the pain I bore for these many days you did come and the support? I talked an extremely sentimental.. 'Let's go for a walk just a while. It's been many days that we've not been open to each other.' you held my hand and began to insist to go out. I too started getting prepared to go with you. We started walking and began for a long journey. The remote happiness of life have stood being as a silhouette reaching up to you and I too have been trying to inhabit into you being like a dear friend. Really you are the alternation of mine to become happy.
Mother, do you remember how we take a rest at the small temple of nearby. 'What a coincidence of our relationship!' I'm not in a state to tell you much though I want to. I don't know what conclusion you drew from listening my talk, but it is that you did like this talk. Mother, you kept speaking, 'Life is not that easy and either it's difficult without remedy which you merely talk about death and tension. Such imagination might be affecting you every moment and you're on the way of falling down slowly from the roof of your activeness. This is my view. But, I request not to be so. I wish you to be good, there is only a good woman, it is said – in the comparison with great women. Correct the meaningless present and sketch out the perspective of future that is being gone to be obscure. Mine is only love for you.' I guessed you were evaluating yourself while speaking this and searching for a clear expression of losing in a journey of love. I have got many things to talk with you.
I said, 'mother, many transformations happened between us , all these happened through our status and certainly we have been able to reach the landscapes of life from one to the other. In the same course I have laid out the display of this sentiment near you. And knowingly we probably have forgotten the diverse impressions too. In our relationship there is an agreement, belief and love". Sometime in the past, sitting at this very place we were delighted in the imagination to make the golden dreams of life come true. While we are on our journey, there comes a change but which will become a beginning journey for second path. Maybe we have become too near. It might be hard for us to depart because of intimacy, who knows of the heart? This can be prolonged to any extent, this way, where we can't depart. This way the life which we're leading now and will remain alive forever.
Believe me, I love you. You are the one to whom I loved. You see it, I should be away from you this way otherwise the remembrance will remain strong within me and I again become alone. No one has come so kindly in my life as you have. I feel whether the illusion of my passion have come into your feeling in that planted love? Alright; now I can't write so long a letter though I wish. I have become of far away for you.
I keep watching at the shining moon. You love me as the moonlight night. It is raining outside and slow breeze is entering the windows.Every thing is invisible due to dark. I could see no light in people's houses. I opened the letter and read, 'I can give you love by heart with the help of which we can survive. It is compulsory need to accept some one's help to lead a life without pain.' The first paragraph of the letter overcasts toys in me 'from an opposite corner of the earth, it provides quite different pleasure to read your received letter. Mother, I am eager to inform you. I am really happy to see the day to day growing love relationship between you and me.
I thank you for such inspiration.' Your letter has shown me right path of life. Now sitting on the top of house, I am counting the stars in the sky , the age I passed and am trying to compose a poem for the successful betterment of forthcoming new year. I would request you to compose a poem of peace. Mother, I have an optimistic wish that the people of my country will fly white pigeon. We won't slaughter each other, we will stitch our hearts and minds to start a good journey of cordiality.
