Second Childhood
Often we people wander all around the world in desperate need of jobs and money. Some of us even agree to leave our families behind to look for career options. Sometimes I don't get the concept behind this trend. Speaking of the latest fashion in which youth wants to travel the world for their career, I have seen so many parents waiting for ages for their kids to return home.
Mr. Mehta was feeling helpless with his old eyes while searching for his glasses. It's kind of blurry without them. After a lot of struggle, he found his glasses and took a sigh of relief. Mr. and Mrs. Mehta stay alone in an old apartment in New Delhi. They are the proud parents of a 35-year-old son working in London.
Rahul is a married guy and a father of two beautiful girls, he is working with a top MNC in London. Whatever he has achieved so far is because of his parents and he understands that. Rahul is a self-centric person who is ambitious and hard-working. It's a once in a blue moon event when he calls his parents on Facetime. He is happy with his life and why won't he? this is what his parents always dreamt him to be, SUCCESSFUL..!!
They say old age is our second childhood, we need to be pampered and taken care of. That was the same thing that Mr. and Mrs. Mehta was missing.
Mr. Mehta had a pet named "Mithoo" , a parrot. Mithoo and Mr. Mehta share a very close bond, they sleep together, eat together, talk together. There were times when neighbors called them "Baap-Beta". They are so close that even Mrs. Mehta couldn't separate them from each other.
Time passed by, In the age of listening to grandchildren's laughter in the house and playing with them, their days were spent in silence which was rarely filled by Mithoo's chirps. On the dinner table, only the sound of shaking hands with spoons or coughing could be heard. They lived in silence consoling each other's heart that this too will pass for good.
Sometimes Mr. Mehta calls Mithoo as Rahul, those moments when Mithoo responds by 'Rahul' Mr. Mehta could feel his heartache in his wet eyes. No matter how much both of them try to convince their mind that this is for good it still aches inside. Sometimes Mr. Mehta requires assistance in things where he'll try to work it out by himself but his old age took him down, he'll have to call neighbors to help him out.
Every time Rahul calls they'll both arrange everything around the computer so they don't have to get up in the middle of the call, mostly because they don't want to miss anything, they hear his voice and their throat felt choked on, but they have each other, they are bound to each other for a lifetime. Mrs. Mehta even with a backache pushes herself to the kitchen and makes Rahul's favorite halwa, though she knew he couldn't eat it from the computer however after 9years Rahul's smile after seeing his favorite halwa made the efforts worthwhile, her motherhood feels alive. The moment the call disconnects, they'll both moved to different rooms and cries off their restraints.
There was silence again in the house, this time, the flashback of all Rahul's memories began in their eyes like an old Indian movie. They couldn't sleep all night. Regretting every moment where they wished their son to be successful but never wished to be close to them.
There was a childhood they were living in, and a childhood they want to live again.
This is not a story of Mr. and Mrs. Mehta it is a story of every ambitious parent and their ambitious child. Although ambition is not a bad thing, nothing is above the love of your parents. People generally get competitive with society and try to prove their statuses by sending their kids to a convent school or a foreign university. What they are forgetting is they are building a complex example for their kids which will be regretted later.
Childhood is the most important part of one's life. Parents make sure that their children never face any trouble because of them, so it's quite our responsibility and quite your parents' out there to think over again and choose a better combination of SUCCESS and FAMILY.
Mr. Mehta was feeling helpless with his old eyes while searching for his glasses. It's kind of blurry without them. After a lot of struggle, he found his glasses and took a sigh of relief. Mr. and Mrs. Mehta stay alone in an old apartment in New Delhi. They are the proud parents of a 35-year-old son working in London.
Rahul is a married guy and a father of two beautiful girls, he is working with a top MNC in London. Whatever he has achieved so far is because of his parents and he understands that. Rahul is a self-centric person who is ambitious and hard-working. It's a once in a blue moon event when he calls his parents on Facetime. He is happy with his life and why won't he? this is what his parents always dreamt him to be, SUCCESSFUL..!!
They say old age is our second childhood, we need to be pampered and taken care of. That was the same thing that Mr. and Mrs. Mehta was missing.
Mr. Mehta had a pet named "Mithoo" , a parrot. Mithoo and Mr. Mehta share a very close bond, they sleep together, eat together, talk together. There were times when neighbors called them "Baap-Beta". They are so close that even Mrs. Mehta couldn't separate them from each other.
Time passed by, In the age of listening to grandchildren's laughter in the house and playing with them, their days were spent in silence which was rarely filled by Mithoo's chirps. On the dinner table, only the sound of shaking hands with spoons or coughing could be heard. They lived in silence consoling each other's heart that this too will pass for good.
Sometimes Mr. Mehta calls Mithoo as Rahul, those moments when Mithoo responds by 'Rahul' Mr. Mehta could feel his heartache in his wet eyes. No matter how much both of them try to convince their mind that this is for good it still aches inside. Sometimes Mr. Mehta requires assistance in things where he'll try to work it out by himself but his old age took him down, he'll have to call neighbors to help him out.
Every time Rahul calls they'll both arrange everything around the computer so they don't have to get up in the middle of the call, mostly because they don't want to miss anything, they hear his voice and their throat felt choked on, but they have each other, they are bound to each other for a lifetime. Mrs. Mehta even with a backache pushes herself to the kitchen and makes Rahul's favorite halwa, though she knew he couldn't eat it from the computer however after 9years Rahul's smile after seeing his favorite halwa made the efforts worthwhile, her motherhood feels alive. The moment the call disconnects, they'll both moved to different rooms and cries off their restraints.
There was silence again in the house, this time, the flashback of all Rahul's memories began in their eyes like an old Indian movie. They couldn't sleep all night. Regretting every moment where they wished their son to be successful but never wished to be close to them.
There was a childhood they were living in, and a childhood they want to live again.
This is not a story of Mr. and Mrs. Mehta it is a story of every ambitious parent and their ambitious child. Although ambition is not a bad thing, nothing is above the love of your parents. People generally get competitive with society and try to prove their statuses by sending their kids to a convent school or a foreign university. What they are forgetting is they are building a complex example for their kids which will be regretted later.
Childhood is the most important part of one's life. Parents make sure that their children never face any trouble because of them, so it's quite our responsibility and quite your parents' out there to think over again and choose a better combination of SUCCESS and FAMILY.
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