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We often say that mom you won’t understand …forget it you won’t understand. But have you ever bothered to think that why cant she understand? She could understand your needs when you were few months old, unable to utter a single word. A single gesture could make her understand what you need.
It is actually not about not understanding it is about what you wish to do in order to make her understand.
Sometimes I just wonder when people say, love is so beautiful. Being in love makes you feel celestial. And the parents become a long forgotten story. I just sometimes wonder, how someone you have known for twenty months, be more important than one who has loved you for twenty years. Yes, love is beautiful indeed but only if you understand the silver lining of love and lust.

I feel life is all about your mother. Actually life is like a journey of a rocky island. First it is born from the mother sea like a baby from any life form. She is thrilled to give birth and splits her organs to make space for her child. It starts to rise from the mothers drapes. The mother is always protective and tries to hide its kid from the peculiarities of life. She sacrifices her personal calm and peace and from disturbances that can create enough waves within her to hide her kid so that the dangers can be avoided about which the child is unaware. Initially the kid is insecure and hides in the mother’s breast very easily.
But gradually it grows and stands towering rebelling and repelling its own creator, mother. It abuses and physically repels the mother. It tries to destroy the mother’s caring waves which she wants to bestow upon him. Yet she thinks it is a craving to explore new things around her and she forgives her child. And the kid unknowingly keeps hurting his mother.
And finally, a time comes when the kid joins another island. They join together and try to restrict mother. In fact they restrict their mother so that she can’t even put her hand on the body of her son. whenever she wants to send her loving waves to the island t wash the dirt off her son, the soon tries to repel it, breaks the hand and forces her to retreat. But a mother is like the epitome of affection she keeps trying and sometimes during high tides full of emotions showers herself on the high rocky island. The mothers thirst is satisfied for a while. You must have wondered why the sea is so calm after high tide. I hope now you know why.
But nature has got her own set of rules. It makes sure that with time the mother remains strong enough and the kid gradually erodes. It is hit and re hit by the waves of the sea and finally withered into small particles of sand that are lead back to the sea bed. But there are also sons that remain so gradual in their gradient that the mother easily can reach every point of his body and there forms the mountains like Himalayas……truly respecting its origin and deep routed enough..always remembering where he rose from..always respecting the mother’s affections.
So if you have a problem with your mother, the problem is within you.