Wednesday, August 7, 2013


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It is a bizarre feel to express in words but I experienced it.  It was like experiencing the presence of God though many feel it but seldom believes that they have felt it.  In this materialistic climate we least feel the breeze of the life or we feel least of anything.  In a weird mood with troublesome heart I was on my way to office in an auto.   The driver was not happy with the bargain I made, also happy not with the traffic police, road and many other problem of his and I was not very different from him for even I was not happy with the bargain, not happy with my work, the life’s proceedings, etc., still the life was on his mundane way of to and fro commutation to office and home.  The traffic slow downed the commutation also my thought process.  I looked out of the auto and something enlivened me with a bright, fresh, miraculous smile.  A toddler may be of three or four years old peeped out of the auto he was travelling with his grandfather with an effulgent smile.  He wore his water bottle in his neck, a napkin pinned to his shirt’s pocket, and a tiny tie.  He smartly widened his lips and smiled at something.  O! The Gods and Goddesses have planned and smartened their skill to create such a peace of beauty.  With his little smile for not more than three or four seconds, the time he kept his head out of the auto, made me forget all my pains, forgive all my sins that I carried all along my life. No wonder why mothers suffer a lot to bring these minuscule beauties to this earth.  I hasped his smile in my heart for it was like a rain in the middle of the dessert, like a piece of bread in the draught affected land.  I felt the euphoria, a bizarre feel of happiness for what reason I do not know.  It was euphoric.  The presence of the almighty around me, I felt.  The right word to elaborate that happiness was something I miss, I know, I will not find the right words to express that feel for my life time and I am happy to miss it for it is know only by the mothers.

It was once a less than a year old baby bit my chest, my nipples, it felt awkward then but when I thought about it little later I had happy tears and felt jealous of all the mothers.  I thought of something equivalent to that for men and I found not even one.  For the first time I thought why my almighty has not created me a woman so that I would have enjoyed the Godliness of being a mother.  Many babies kissed me on my cheeks and lips to make me content for life time happiness.  But when ever I see a baby kissing his or her mother, I saw blossom of thousands of enchanting flowers in the face of the kid and the pride, in fact the vanity, of being attained the powers and beauty of Goddess of love in the face of that mother.  I felt less content and urged for more.  The social status, money, designation and what so ever a man feel like his pride is not even a fraction of its part when compared to that of being a mother.  Unbearable decibels of pain a mother suffers during her patience in labor ward but all she does is for her life long vanity which no power could erase it from her, the only meaningful vanity ever exist in this planet. 

 Worlds best poetry is of just two lines, believe me, it is the upper and lower lip of the baby that kissed me.  If I need to take another birth let me come back to this planet, my great omnipotent, as a woman for I need to drown in the vanity of being a mother.

- To the feet of all the mothers of this planet.


  1. True lines depicted by a Man about a Woman being a Mother. I have to agree with all you have said. Every woman will experience the divine bliss the first time she becomes a mother. You have written this post beautifully :)

  2. Thanks a lot Uma...
    this; coming from a Woman makes me happier... Thanks a lot.

  3. am missing my mom even more :(

    1. :) that's a heartwarming comment for this blog...


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