The weather is changing. Each day the warmth is occupying the cold winds and the stars are twinkling in that clear sky. The sun is not blazing yet a bit hot. On the nights, it is a bit cold but that one layer of winter wear does the job. Spring has arrived.
With the weather, everything else is also changing. I have hustled my way to this month. For seven months I fought and cried, and saw my father not talking to me for all these days. I fought with my mother. It is heartbreaking.
I now think, about how I spent all these months. Parents are very complicated. They do bizarre things when they are scared for you. They suddenly change. I was puzzled. Was it their love, concern or obstinacy, one thing I can say is that it was painful. And I am sure, they felt the same.
I know life won’t be the same anymore. New people, new lifestyle, new home and so many new things. But even after all the fights, can I really forget what my parents have given to make me this capable? This piece is an apology to them. They had hurt me a lot. I cried almost every night during these seven months. But now that I write this blog, I think maybe, they also cried. Maybe they got hurt more than I did. And to conclude, how can I not be at least grateful to them that despite my cribbing, crying, shouting and panting, they prayed for me?
So to start my new life, I would like to say, I am grateful for the pains and smiles, I am grateful for the hardships, I am grateful for the unimaginable people who came in this journey of seven months and became surprisingly close, and at last, I am grateful for this love which was valued by my parents and that is why despite their slight disapproval, it is still happening.
May the spring winds convey it to you, God—I am grateful, truly.
Let the show begin!
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