Mother-Faker

Quite a profanity! but apt enough too.........




When a girl marries away she most obviously leaves her childhood, youth to approach a relationship so intimate that she most thankfully accepts oblivion towards those old ties which drove her to marry in first place.
Life takes its course, she now has a family, a caring husband, two mischievous but adorable kids, and new friends that take precedence over old ones on the PRIORITY LIST. she seems to have forgotten the old promise that she had made on the foyer of her 'ex-house',
"A son is a son till he gets his wife, but a daughter is a daughter throughout her life."
the irony is that she has a new life, as a wife, her lifetime as a daughter is long finished. and besides that, a consolation that her brother still lives on with them, pacifies her conscience every time she browses through those old photo-albums.
and then a certain February morning she gets a call, from her relatives informing about her mothers death. she falls apart, trying to imagine what must have pained her so much that she deceased. she conveniently blames herself for it and books herself a ticket on the next flight to India.
on reaching home, she finds a house whitewashed, off emotions, and of strangers, offering condolences, that very house she left as a girl of 20 and returned a lady of 4o.
to see her brother and father in a state of distress she breaks down too. another victim to the wrath of melancholy.she wails in tune with the funeral dirge and cries as she sees her ma, burn in the pyre, and vaporize into the air around. too sad by now, she decides to live on with her father a few more months.
this is where she falls into the trap of dilemma.she cannot decide where her heart must lie, at her home in California or back here in Mumbai.after an exile of 2 months she decides to return to her children in California, but leaves her heart behind in Mumbai.
Another ten years or so, when she has fairly severed her ties again, she gets another phonecall, this time giving the news of her fathers passage into the void. sorrow welled in her again. this time she decides to stay a little shorter than last time. saying her final goodbyes she rushes away. then gets involved in the bustling streets of California.
her children grow up fast and she prays everyday that they grew younger instead, loving expressions transformed to pleasantries and then to arguments. she feels left out, an outgoing duo of children and a career-fanatic husband each turning a blind-eye to her efforts. thats when she decides to get herself involved in her brothers family, trying to regenerate the same connection she used to have ages ago.
in due course she pours all her attention in his family alone, but forgets her family here. the children, husband feel her ignorance towards her maternal duties. she tries to cover-up by blaming them. but blame games only worsen her family and soon she is left alone her daughter married-off and son off to Harvard to complete his education.

Life's a full cycle.

P.S. at this point i'd like to reveal a single phrase that keeps this cycle goin. the same notion that both generations of children bore in their minds before separating from their parents,
" mine is a Mother-Faker."