From the time we are young, our parents take care of us in every possible way. From ensuring that we have the correct eating and sleeping habits to teaching us values and virtues; from answering all our possible questions to quelling our curiosity to spending their hard earned money and time to see us grow into good human beings, our parents do so much for us. And thus, when they grow old, isn’t it our duty to take care of them?
“Don’t you even remember me?”
It had been more than 3 years since the best of friends had passed out from college with promises of staying in touch in the years ahead.
As the years went by, everyone got busy in their lives and the promises remained just that – ‘promises’.
The memories had come flooding back after his phone call today. Those were the memories that had been forgotten over time.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 13 for this month.
Our newspapers, social media, TV channels, conversations among friends and more are almost always filled with negative stories of any kind from violence in any form to deaths. It’s like discussing about negativity is something which people survive on in today’s world. But is the world really that negative? Or are our thoughts shaped by what we read or hear?
Violence in any form has increased over the years. People are ready to kill each other for money, religion, love and every reason you could possibly think of. Disasters of every kind lead to deaths of thousands of people each day. While these acts may still be few and far in between, the human mind starts to remember each of them as he or she is fed with information on such acts day in and day out.
“Help! Help! Someone please help us.” His cries rang loud and clear in the stillness of the night.
He and his friend had been brutally tortured for more than an hour and then thrown onto the road to face death.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a good samaritan stopped his car and agreed to take them to hospital. He ensured that they were taken to a well equipped hospital and given the best medical care available.
By the time the two regained proper consciousness, their families had reached the hospital. But the stranger was nowhere to be found.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 11 for this month.
She left home one day never to return again.
Her parents searched in every nook and corner asking all around without luck.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her body was recovered.
She had been mercilessly raped and beaten to death.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 10 for this month.
It was the season for love the world over. Couples were exchanging cards, gifts, hugs, kisses and the likes. Restaurants, hotels, pubs and discos had come up with special offers to attract couples from all walks of life. It seemed as though, everyone had found a reason to fall in love all over again on just one particular day. But for the Sharma’s it was a simple day to rekindle their love all over again.
More than 25 years had passed since the day they ran away and got married. Their parents had voiced their disapproval on the alliance since they felt societal status was much more important for them rather than seeing their children happy and contented. But the children didn’t care one bit and decided to elope together. With time, the parents had to relent and let go their anger as they realized that their happiness lay in seeing their children happy.
As he stepped out onto the portico to feel the first rays of the sun after the harsh winter, he couldn’t help but remember the fun times he had spent with family.
Every weekend, the Smith’s put out the chairs on the portico for some sweet little family time over a cup of coffee, biscuits and a few exciting games. While the oldies engaged in some interesting conversations about life, the youngsters were busy in their fun and games.
The lovely lush green surroundings were like the cherry on the cake as they added a natural element to the place.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 8 for this month.
After her mother’s demise, her father had turned into a maniac. All he did was spend every penny on alcohol and sexually abuse her all day.
While this did result in her becoming a recluse to an extent, she still dreamed of a happy life. She had always longed to run away from the torture inflicted by her father. She wanted to run out into the open away from the hell which her house had turned into.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 7 for this month.
I gave him all the love and affection usually reserved for my family. In return, he just gave hollow promises of love and togetherness. From the day he walked out of my life, hope and despair reigned supreme as I tried to pick up the pieces. Though the years passed by, the tears never stopped.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 6 for this month.