Some days like today have driven wierd feelings into my life. I just felt like throwing away my laptop as my train of thoughts ran out of control. Dropped my phone and just fell on my bed, I wanted to sob but my tears were dry, wanted to cry out loud but my voice was dead..... This is the irksome feeling I have everytime I remember my mom. Life as an engineering student has had its positives and negetives, but as gadgets and technology exploded into my life of brittle relations held by tweets and texts I have lost the very meaning of what it means to be loved and cared for.
When I was a kid I was really eager to grow up, scale heights and be well "grown up" Today tough when I remember the bruised knees I had when I first fell off my cycle, I realise that those are much better than the wounded hearts that we carry. As a kid, you needn't worry about that unanswered question as your mom will always be there for you, to tell you what is right and what is wrong and why. She will always be there breaking your fall, savouring your rise, tending your heart giving you the essence of life called hope. Life was much simpler as 1+1 was always 2, and as some of my friends pointed out trees had leaves above and roots below the ground (unlike the 1+1=10 and binay trees) A friends smile was enough to tell he was happy, not a smiley on the text or a facebook status update. As a kid I could always turn to my mom to listen to me, but today broadcast to hundreds of "friends" on facebook, twitter and text but all are deaf and nobody cares.Thats the grown up world for you young kid, you gotta "grow up". There aren't people to listen to your problems, they've got their own, and you've to find your own source of hope.
What I sincerely miss though are few fingers ruffling through my hair and telling me that everything is gonna turn okay, that the sun will rise again tommorrow and that this too will pass......
