Farewell

#Children # mother # life # war

   Love has no limits, no boundaries for it travels from one to another, connecting two souls with each other. It is unconditional and unexpected, it only knows to think for the other and once it's lost it , we understand the intensity of something which was there but at times we forget to reciprocate. Love is no definite relationship for it is a feeling between anyone. It is never only romance , its also the arms of mother holding a child, a father who displays it in discipline, a friend who stands by.........

 

  Love has no limits, no boundaries for it travels from one to another, connecting two souls with each other. It is unconditional and unexpected, it only knows to think for the other and once it's lost it , we understand the intensity of something which was there but at times we forget to reciprocate. Love is no definite relationship for it is a feeling between anyone. It is never only romance , its also the arms of mother holding a child, a father who displays it in discipline, a friend who stands by.

 

   A tiny bit of spark which just moved up as if it was going blown by the breeze , surprisingly not blown it off. There had been a terrible blast which had shaken up the entire area. This house was turned into ashes which a few minutes ago had been the abode of this family. They had been busy in their lunch while the mother had called out for the little girl, who had been playing out in the field. The last conversation heard was she  telling her mother to wait for her, she was just coming. Her mother too called out that she was waiting.

She did come back and now stood horrified at a place which was once booming with laughter. She stood still in the midst of the turmoil. A four year old standing devastated at the sight of her home turning into ashes. She had told them to wait but now it was a long wait for ever.

 

A beautiful cottage was it amidst the beautiful valley. Rooh, the four year little girl stayed with her mother, brother and grandfather. She had lost her father and grandfather when she was just a year old. A victim to those inhuman activities that do not think twice before destroying lives of those who stay unaware or innocent. It had taken them years to get everything in shape. Her brother and mother were the bread earners of the house. What could a year old remember about her father. She was in that stage of her life when her world was just the people whom she spent these years with. Her mother never ate before she would return from the fields just in front of her cottage. She used to always wait for Rooh.

 

It was a similar bright sunny winter morning, when Rooh was busy with her goats in the fields. She had only her mother as a friend. The sudden loud thunder had echoed in the surroundings and for a few minutes shook the ground under her feet. Scared that she was, all she needed was to hide and stick tight to her mother. All that she could see was smoke from the ashes and the cries and screams around had not been audible to her.

As she stood there there rose this spark which caught her eye. The tears had made everything look blurred. The hot smoke which had now enveloped and choked the air made no effect on her. This spark grew brighter and she kept looking it move up. As it moved it was caught her attention . She stood still, watching it move higher from the ashes . The blast had stunned her and she could just hear a faint sound. Her ears had been affected. She watched the spark which started turning pale as it went far away from her . The only thing she could hear was her mother calling out" Come fast, I am waiting here, then I have to leave.