Snailing its way through the pages of diary, nights ago, my heart halted.
The date was blurred..bt the month & year, crystal clear- it is 1990, September.
Is it an illusion or my eyes jaundiced..
For me the Rose had been ‘the Rose’ ever since September,1990- since the time I was born. It is 2014 now..and the Rose is still mine.
But we were not compatible until I read her..i read her through the DIARY. Rose was not dear to me. I thought she veined only ‘anger’,extra bit of ‘possessiveness’ and unwanted ‘suggestions & precautions’ when it came to me..no ‘love’; no ‘understanding’..NOTHING. That night..no illusions and everything seemed to be so very green-no jaundiced eyes. I read her that night.
The date was blurred..bt the month & year, crystal clear- it is 1990, September. Rose says-“ the happiest moment of my life is about to come. My angel would land any moment. I promise her now..now when she is not even born..that I’ll love her in every possible way…I’ll love her by protecting her, by giving her whatever experience I have had and by making her a tough angel so that she never gets hurt even if she ever gets hurt.”
Indeed things were illuded to me - protection NOT extra bit of possessiveness; sharing of experience NOT futile suggestions & precautions; process of making me tough NOT anger. The Rose is brimming with love..I read her…its 1990, September and Rose is pregnant with life..with love..with me…MY ROSE,MY MAA.
I got my Rose back THAT NIGHT..in the Diary and is still brimming with the same love and even more sometimes..though years have passed!! TIME DOESN’T EVEN MATTER..ROSE WILL REMAIN ROSE FOREVER..NOW I KNOW..
Inspiration Courtesy : To mumma.. inspiration personified.. Love you! Thanks for being there.. for bearing me in my worst.. for giving me credit at my best... for the countless sacrifices that I overlook at times.. and above all.. for the life..