Fine Lines

Most things in life are about the fine lines. There is fine line between a treat and over-indulgence (*I'm thinking of a piece of a cake versus the whole chocolate cake*).There is certainly fine line between judging others and setting someone straight...

Motherhood is all about these fine lines...there is a thin sensitive relation between the mother and her baby...in fact biologically mother and a baby is connected with a fine line of tissues but sensually the relation is much deeper. A mother always knows the need of a baby when it is in the womb or as a grown up. She always feels the pain her child is going through and does every possible thing to keep them safe.

They are the only ones who literally prove ‘a bond till the end of the world’ completely true. Today, I was missing Mum a lot, she has been away for a while now and my heart cried out for her. I don’t want to sound dramatic but really, the absence of her is starting to dawn on me. Talking to her over and over doesn't seem to be simply enough.

I wish if only, I could explain it to her but I’m really bad at expressing anything at all. At times, on a second thought I think assume maybe she already knows and I don’t have to say it loud. But a pessimist like me always considers the ‘not so bright’ side of everything, so it saddens me to think what if she doesn't know. As a result, bulk loads of insecurities cloud over choking all my senses. Three months! Without her being around, maybe that’s my fine line between continuing to be sane and getting insane.

Sometimes, the thought of her not being around kills me. How eyes are so dear to a blind, likewise she is the oxygen pumping in my heart.

For now, yes! I’m upset but I hope to soon reunite with her in months to come.

*Fingers crossed!*