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Thursday, 23 February 2012

My Journey

                                                                 My Journey

As I entered into the small one bedroom flat of my son, I could feel another female’s presence there. The other one was not visible but I knew she was here. I stopped my feet from further advancement. I knew it ought to be a young female as the setting of the room and the fragrance of her scent suggested.

I had to come to Australia to meet my son Aman after my pleadings with him to leave Australia, come back to India, and live here with me were every time refused by him.
“I won’t be able to adjust there anymore, mom,” this was his answer every time.



And I wondered that how could a person after living in a country for twenty years will not be able to adjust anymore. He had been living for last two years only in Australia working as a Chef. And after two years, just two years he was finding it difficult to return and adjust in his country of origin. Strange are the notions of children of this generation I wondered.

So, one day after I met with an accident and saw death with my eyes. I decided to meet my son soon, as death could arrive anytime to fetch me.


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