It was late in the evening and an old lady was siting on a bench in her front porch staring at the gate with wishful eyes as she had done for some years now. A mother of three children from a less known part of India she had lived a long and eventful life. She had been a devote wife and loving mother for as long as she could remember. She was waiting and hoping that somebody she knew and who cared for her would walk through the gate and spend the evening with her. As night set in she head back into the home disappointed as she generally was on most days. She would have dinner and go back to sleep after watching the same old boring TV series which never seemed to end. It was a typical day in her life. She would rise every morning and spend her day going through daily chores till she finally settled back on the bench as the evening set it. Years passed by as the longing in here eyes and heart became more evident. She had been a strong woman living through the ups and downs and being there for her children the best she could. But time had taken it's toll on her and she began to give into her emotions. There wasn't much she wanted except for a few happy memories as she was heading towards the fag end of her life.
All her children had moved on to better lives in the cities blessed with more riches than most people. They would come back often to visit their beloved mother. They loved her very much and wanted her to move in with them, but she wouldn't as she did not want to be burden on them in her old age and she could never leave her home behind. Sometimes they couldn't visit as they were away visiting their own children or occupied by important business. She was blessed with enough grand children and great grand children, but they were also away in far away places completely engrossed in their own busy lives. She probably couldn't remember when she had seen her entire family under one roof. Gone were the days when her children and grand children would visit her in the summer vacation and would spend days playing in the yard in front of her own eyes. Now she would talk to them over the phone when they called and wished that they had a full and happy lives with her every breath. On the rare occasion, probably once every year when they would visit her and spend a day or two, her heart was filled with joy as it once was. But, as they left she once again had to come to terms with reality and waiting on the bench for their next visit.
After eighty years she could barely remember having lived a life which was her own. Her entire life had revolved around her family and she had dedicated herself to doing the best for children in the limited resources available to her. She had never thought about what she wanted in life for herself, except for the occasional movie back in the days when they were still remotely descent. It had been two decades since her husband had passed away and loneliness had began to creep into her life. Her friends who gave her a sense of belonging had also passed away as age caught up with them. There was very little left in her daily life which reminded her of those blissful days when her naughty children and then her grand children would drive her to the edge, but at the end of the day they were her bundle of joy. All she had left were faint memories which kept her going day after day. The irony was that her family had everything she had ever wished for but she couldn't be a part of it. She held on to her life with what little strength she had hoping that there probably would come a day when the people she loved would come visit her and spend the holidays with her as they once did.
In modern day India this tale of the lone mother is probably representative of what most parents go through in their old age. As children leave home in pursuit of better living and modernization their parents get left behind. Indian parents tend to give up their entire lives, their dreams and ambitions for the sake of their children. After having spent so many years engrossed in bringing up their children that they completely forget what they wanted for themselves in life. Slowly as old age sets in and the farthest they can walk to is the gate of their own home they have little to look forward to in their life. I am one such child who has moved on with his own life in a far away place. I wish that one day I can find the strength in me to be able to go back to my own parents and grand parents if they are still around. Not because I am responsible for them, but because they were the reason for some of the happiest moments of my life. They are the only two people on this whole earth who love me more than themselves and would give up anything for my happiness. I cannot think of anybody else whom I would want to share my life with. But, as it stands today I am so consumed by money and a better modern living that going back home is the last thing on my mind ...
In modern day India this tale of the lone mother is probably representative of what most parents go through in their old age. As children leave home in pursuit of better living and modernization their parents get left behind. Indian parents tend to give up their entire lives, their dreams and ambitions for the sake of their children. After having spent so many years engrossed in bringing up their children that they completely forget what they wanted for themselves in life. Slowly as old age sets in and the farthest they can walk to is the gate of their own home they have little to look forward to in their life. I am one such child who has moved on with his own life in a far away place. I wish that one day I can find the strength in me to be able to go back to my own parents and grand parents if they are still around. Not because I am responsible for them, but because they were the reason for some of the happiest moments of my life. They are the only two people on this whole earth who love me more than themselves and would give up anything for my happiness. I cannot think of anybody else whom I would want to share my life with. But, as it stands today I am so consumed by money and a better modern living that going back home is the last thing on my mind ...
