Essence of Heart

Essence of Heart

Since the time immemorial when a child opens his eyes in this world the first thing he knows is his mother who has given him a new life. The umbilical cord attached to him to his mother who passed her blood, nutrients and even emotions in the womb is chopped off but the relationship he shares from the threshold when he stepped into his mother’s womb starts cementing with every passing moment, every passing second.
A mother child relationship is a cobweb of feelings, which no one on this earth except mother and child themselves can understand. It is a web of complex design knitted by him or her, which no artist can paint (not even god who is the greatest artist of all).
The series of emotions that passes between them is a code no security can crack. After birth when the soothing voice of mother reaches his ears; the smell of her body, the touch of her hair again triggers a new relationship in a new phase. The kicking and giggling of the infant gives mother the heavenly pleasure, above all.
What makes a woman, when she becomes a mother, to do anything for her child? What makes a child cry when his mother disappears from his sight for a few minutes? It’s the passion, the love, which they shared during the nine months and which they share after detaching physically.
This post-natal relationship grows into a bud which slowly and steadily forms the roots first and a tree later. The love of both for each other is inexplicable. Mother yearns when her child is away. A child looks for security in her lap whenever he encounters a stranger. Sure! The safest place on this earth where on can find refuge is mother’s lap.
These small blocks become the foundation of their building. The bricks of moments and the cement of love build their relation. The stronger the base, the stronger their love; such strong, which makes them shudder at the thought of separation. The nightmares they have about their separation depict nothing but love for each other. Imagine that you are trying to catch hold your mother but you cannot; you try to call her and she does not even hear your voice; you are trying to hug her but fail as you have turned invisible to her.
Scary! Isn’t it? The dreams of separation of mother and child may be the theme of most of the dreams, but are nightmarish enough to make every person on this earth feel panic.
Everyone is nostalgic to that feeling. Every human being surely would have experienced this. The child is victim here of this nightmare. Mother also suffers similarly. Remember it, when you cried for your mother. She also cried similarly silently for she also dreads your separation but worried what if you saw her tears! She would obviously not want to show how worried she is and you may not show your yearning to hug her for she may cry. Caring could be an adjective for this relation, immortal could be another. But no doubt, this god-blessed relation would be counted above all and to infinity.
The purest relation in this universe is of mother and child. It is such a relation, which is about songs, not lyrics; about joy, not the festival; about rain and not the clouds and about the answer, not why, where and how!
"Is it fine now?" she asked Will; after she penned down her inner quake.
"Did it calm you?"He murmured affectionately.
" yes" she said eyeing at the piece she had written.

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THE DREAM

A hand appeared out of thin air. No, it was solid perhaps or even solid air. Yes it was. A woman was working in the kitchen perhaps or maybe she was cleaning the store. Bent over something she was completely engrossed in her work. Perhaps she was collecting something. Newspapers! No, Lalita wasn’t sure. She was standing in partial darkness .Light was shot on that woman. Who was she? She wasn’t sure.Lalita tried to come close and maneuvered her movements. Who was that woman she wanted to know.Curiousity drew her closer & closer.The air contained something. She couldn’t understand. She felt a pang of panic somewhere near the left corner of her bosom. Something was wrong. Utterly wrong! She had reached at least a foot near that woman.

“Mother!” she said.

There was no reply. The woman was totally absorbed in whatever she was doing.

“Mother?” As each second passed , as no reply came her curiosity and fear were almost on the verge of bursting-now or later.Lalita was sure she was her mother. But she couldn’t listen to her. She wasn’t even paying attention to the movements in air which were caused by Lalita’s movements.

“Why?” Lalita felt another shot of panic. Something had happened which was completely out of her understanding. In so much dark and silence one could not have ignored even dropping of a pin. Footsteps were much far behind when it comes to the list of ignorance.

“Listen Mother! I’m here.”She tried once again. She couldn’t tolerate much. She moved her steps forward hastily and grabbed her shoulder. But she backed off perplexed. She had touched her mother but her hand perhaps had not felt her cold skin. Had her nervous system jammed? She couldn’t feel anything. She knew there was very much cold in the place where her mother was bent doing some work. She felt as if she was dangling in to air and maybe that was the reason her mother…..? She looked down. Horror had now started melting into her nerves. She looked at her hands and whole body. She was solid air! Not a solid human being. She could feel her transparency. She could see through herself!

“Mother, listen! Mother! Mother! I ‘m here! Look at me!” She screamed enough to make anyone’s ears shatter. But air still remained still and that woman too.

Horror had swept Lalita completely.She shouted her lungs out. Once more she tried to grab her shoulder. She ran again to her mother; to tell her she existed, she is there; she is solid, listen to her. Everything stood still.Lalita by now had exhausted of what was happening. She was trying to hold her mother desperately. Hug her and talk to her, to tell her something had gone wrong. She had turned into solid air, a ghost like air. Nothing worked. She stood aghast. She did not exist for them, for any living being for she had turned transparent. She pounced to grab her mother once again. The wind started blowing with rage sweeping Lalita off her feet. She felt as if she was being dragged. Some invisible hand had grabbed her and was pulling her in the darkness. The more she tried to release herself, the more she was dragged .She wriggled to get out of grip. She couldn’t! She protested .Tears started rolling from her eyes. And then….