Somehow when I am face to face with them it doesn’t bother me .. because my mom is as energetic as ever and dad has also not changed. But somehow mysteriously ….. the age, the tiredness of life, the wrinkles .. creep into their pics. And I simply can’t force myself to look at their recent pic more than a sweeping glance before this nagging discomfort tugs at my heart.
How can my dad .. who was most handsome stud during his college years, an accomplished athlete, strong and full of energy .. ever look so old? He was my superhero while I was growing up. Nobody .. simply nobody , could ever even come close second to him. More than times I can recall he has punched roadside Romeos who tried to act fresh with any female member of our family … he could hitch us on all on his back and cross the flooded street so that his little princesses doesn’t wet their feet or spoil their dresses. For me he is always superhero … full of energy, strength and fearless.
How can my mom .. the one with such beauty and poise .. ever look old? Till date I am yet to come across any person who has overflowing energy, tireless pace and selfless love (and believe me its just not me .. any person who has ever been in touch with her would vouch for that). She more than successfully juggled successful career (doctor), motherhood (5 children and all brats), ever welcoming hostess (to a house always overflowing with guests), homemaker (cooking, washing, cleaning, sewing, knitting, …), family doctor to all near and distant (and even friends of those distant relatives) , …….. still not able to figure out where she got all that energy.
Wish I had some time machine of sort or better magic to keep time still. Would give anything and trade all I have … to keep my parents as they are … untouched by age …..
Reflections 