50 years is a long time.
Living together for 50 years is a
helluva long time.
It speaks of immense patience served
with generous dollops of love, sacrifice, ability to fight odds without giving
an inch and garnished with respect for each other.
It is an achievement which
everyone does not have the ability to
reach.
On the 10th of July
2016, my parents just did that. They completed a journey of 50 years of roller
coaster married life full of the proverbial ups and downs.
Being their only child I had the
privilege to share 47 of these glorious years – and it has been more of a joy
ride than a bumpy one for me, thanks to the cushion laid out on my pathway by my
parents.
Maaaan, am I lucky and proud!!!
On the 10th when I was
asked to speak on the occasion in front of a gathering consisting of family
members who had gathered to celebrate the occasion, I found myself
at a loss of words. After all, what do you say about someone to whom you owe
your existence and sustenance. Does one eulogise? Or wax eloquent on the
relationship high points? Or does one recount the golden days of the childhood?
Or even joke about the rare differences of opinion?
You do not thank or speak to the
pillars of your life. You just hug them and hope to hold on to them for your
entire life.
So, I took the easy way out. I
just let my emotions take over. I said mighty little, most of which was
incoherent babble.
But hopefully people understood that I meant nothing more
than the following:-
‘Ma and Baba, may I have the
honour of being your child for all my subsequent lives?”
That sums it all I guess.
2 comments:
You're a lucky man...
And am sure it is difficult to express your truest emotions eloquently...but the last line sums it up. Beautiful.
true- and I have the privilege of knowing them a couple of more years than you do. Your mother was most upset that my mother did not attend the wedding, little knowing that I was on the way to my existence. I feel blessed to be a part of their circle of love
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