They speak one language…Language of LOVE…

Well…This post is all bout my experience in the old age where I’v spent time few days ago…

I can never forget my past as it included countless things like immature philosophy, hopeless ideas and idiotic tactics. Yeah! There you are…
I am talking again about my school days. Actually, I was celebrating my last birthday @ my residence… N was recalling all those days when I partied with my friends at their homes…Yaa…Literally…My birthday celebration at frn’s home. That too on the road side. The strong n cruel glimpse of my frn’s mother made everyone understand that tonight…Our frn is gonna be finished…..
This birthday anyhow was so much full of fun but taught me many things.
Teenage, adolescents and blah…blah…….I now think that teenage is the time when we have nothing to do except wasting time, money, values and everything for just name sake. I'v learnt…that partying doesn’t only mean roaming out and wasting your pocket money @ restaurants n hotels like anything.

I did something unique this year [for the first time in my whole life…till now].
Spared my time for those people who need young ones to be with them. I went to an old age home near my place. Felt like none can see the world better than those people who live in an old age home. They are the people who have nothing to say as their own but live life as happy as we do. In reality, they get a calm surrounding and such people around who actually care for them and live for them.
Met two to three dadaas and many dadis. All were left alone by their own kids. I even can’t think around how those people dare to dump their parents alone anywhere when they need love and support. Are they really human beings? Don’t they think, the same could happen with them when they’ll grow old?

Well…I was there for few hours and shared many things with dem. I cudn’t stop my tears when one of them cried in front of me while yelling at her son who left her alone in the small hut. Hopeless people. They should be buried alive…they are not worth living on this earth. Again I got to know a thing from this visit that, these people speak the LANGUAGE OF LOVE…Still don’t get that. So, give a thought and go, visit any of the old age homes near by and spare some time for those people too rather than wasting time roaming out side doing nothing…

Comments

Being a woman - A Woman of Substance...

Every woman carries her responsibility differently. Please don’t compare . A woman wakes up early and gets ready. She prepares her kids for school. She makes breakfast for the entire family. Serves breakfast. She prepares lunch and dinner. She makes her kids do homework. She manages household chores like dusting, watering plants, washing clothes and ironing them. Makes sure, her house is clean all the time. A woman, a housewife has a lot of things to do. No need to count them. No one can count them either. On the contrary, there is another woman, who is not a homemaker, but a working mum. She wakes up. Makes food for everyone. She sends her kids to school. Leaves for work leaving some household chores, which she does anyway after coming back. Now here, don’t you feel she needs some rest? Don’t you feel she needs some help? Domestic help? Why calling her husband or someone from the family for help is considered to be deplorable? I agree with the fact that eve...

MAA...The second GOD.

Mother’s Day... Holds a special place in my own heart because of the little one who made me a mum. I love to get up every morning seeing his face. I can't thank God enough for gifting me 'motherhood'. This day reminds me of my mum... an amazing mother who dedicated her life to her two daughters. She is selfless, hardworking, strong and the most beautiful woman I know. Every year as Mother’s Day gets close, I get a little nostalgic. I used to trouble my mum a lot. I have been rude to her many times. I could not apologize directly but always wanted to. I could not thank her for everything but always wanted to. So today I wanted to sit down and blog a little letter for my mum thanking her for every single thing she has done for me and also to share some of the challenges I’ve experienced as a mom. As a quick side note, when I started writing this post it was all about the joy of motherhood. But when I thought about all the strong moms around me, it didn’t take me long...

Alfredo Pasta & The Roller-Coaster Life

#UAEMemories #10YearsAgo this Alfredo Pasta topped with tangy sauce, was all that I wanted to cook. (Please ignore the picture quality and the quantity of alfredo sauce in it) 😅 Things were fine then... No restrictions. No ifs-n-buts, No one to guide and no one to blame , No COVID, and No work-from-home. Then - I enjoyed the roller-coaster ride. It felt like I was on top of the world with the wind rushing through my hair, the freedom pumping through my veins, and a scream escaping from the very depths of my soul! Although there were troubles on the way, now when I think about them, they make me feel nostalgic. Not just that #dry pasta, but life then, made me feel excited. NOW - Watching life on a roller-coaster ride is now a bit scary. Stepping out is scary. Meeting someone in person is scary. Knowing about someone else's health condition is scary. Not even this pasta can solve this problem. Life now is quite disturbed. Not only mine but almost everyone's....

My free spirits

Search This Blog