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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