Phama

Since timeless beginning, transmigration is in the continuous process. Gracious is she who endured the whole set of pain and happiness throughout every stage starting from the size of speck of dust till old enough to lead our life. She ate all sort of nutritious diet as possible yet appears like a jelly flesh quietly sucked within that accelerated protruding chick bones making her stamina so feeble. At the passage of every second she confronted with different challenges and at times fully saturated by worries. Sacrificing every joy and burying all the difficulties, she let us in this beautiful world. Leaving behind her own situations and conditions, she paved a smooth path for our living ahead.

Parents love is as precious as gold to let go off hand and as heavy as mountains weigh to piggyback. It is said that we won’t be able to repay them gratitude despite going to the extent of accepting the hardship of circumambulating them around the world by carrying them on our back. Their care and love is ineffable and measureless so that we cannot ascribe it even if we are to aggregate the smallest round of beads developed out of whole sand of earth. To this much they owe us their filial affection and it’s still far beyond.

Upon the lap we dance, cry, laugh and play; fiddling through their hand we mature and along the thinning leg we grow up. Nonetheless, we had been most powerful orator for them whereas they sacrifice all of their personal interest to meet ours and to shower sincere service. Hence, words are so limited to express our  gratitude. Even land as paper, ocean as an ink and trees as pen won’t suffice to describe their love for us.

They shed blood of sweat; endured fire of heat; and ice of cold to let us shower under the heaven of peace. They always kept primary priority for us and secondary for themselves. More than prince and princes are we, wrapped by colorful dress and fed with most delicious intake. Never be like a dog biting hand in return of food and horse kicking in lieu of fodder but begotten with all the potential sense intact how dare we ignore and let suffer them. Forget seeing it in your wildest dreams. What you are now is what your parents did and how would they be is what you would do for them. Love you appa and amma.