Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Darling, What You Don't Know

Time flies. One never knows how one reaches that stage of life when you either look back and reminiscence about the past with nostalgia or just move on. My trip to Kolkata was one unfolded a lot of family secrets to me.

Life is really funny actually. As you grow, you are supposed to be wiser. But then at a certain corner you find a parcel, all wrapped up with the memories of life, neatly tied with love from your mom. A bundle called Darling, What You Didn't Know. 

I found this bundle in my cousin's house. A small neatly packed box, that had one diary. My family members told me that they had kept it for me - as a memory of my mom. I was a bit hesitant to open it at first. After all, secrets always make your heart bleed. But all my cousins insisted and so I opened it. 

A small diary, written in my mom's small and beautiful handwriting. They were scripts. Beautiful short stories sculpted into scripts. I never even knew my Mom was a scriptwriter. Those yellowed pages, re-introduced her to me - as a woman. Today I have started a diary of my own. Hoping one day it would introduce me to my daughter. The day she would need me most, and I would be twinkling somewhere in the cosmos of life. 

So my darling daughter.. let's keep the family tradition on.. Coming one  What You Don't Know, err.. lecture from me soon. For Life. 

This post is for the Day 2 of the Bar-A-Thon Challenge. Today's Prompt, What You Don't Know

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  1. That is such a tender and loving post. It must have been special to have that diary. But I liked the ending best!! Kiddo watch out! ;)

  2. The end said it ALL...watch out to your young damsel :)

  3. Such a tender, loving post. Keep the tradition alive Rubes. <3

  4. Awww..so glad that you were able to re-connect with your mom in this way.