MOM

Dusty road, vehicles whizzing by, creating plumes of dust and smoke. Squinted face and eyes, masked nose and mouth. Noise and nuisance. I was walking home along such a road this morning. I was in a hurry to reach home, change and rush towards office. A daily, mundane routine. 

As I was walking along, a young mom was carrying her cute child, may be a year old or so, and walking along. As is customary, she was carrying her child high on her bosom and the child was able to look around above the mom's shoulder. I could not fathom the gender of the very cute kid but I would vote for a girl. 

As every young child, she was looking around, trying to fathom the things and events around her. Same inquisitive eyes, blissful face and peaceful demeanor. No wonder every human being wants to be as happy and carefree as a kid. 

Then I started thinking about the young, doting mom who was trying to articulate names to her child so that she would be able to articulate the words back. The lady was around 25 (my guess) and was briskly walking with her precious bundle tidily tucked to her upper chest. 

How protected and peaceful a child feels in mother's arm. If there is divinity and if the divinity creates all things good and bad, love must be the best creation. Even among love of different kind, motherly love is at the pinnacle of the pyramid. It is deep. It is natural. It is instinctive. It is divine. It is beyond description. Sages over the ages have never tired sining praise of this love. Irrespective of religion, race, caste, culture, creed or color, love endures. No loves endures throughout and even across lifetime as much as motherly love. 

The selfless and blissful love that mom feels for her offspring transcends all other human feelings, of the mind or the heart. The total submission, devotion and trust that a child feels with her mother is also beyond comprehension. As a famous bollywood song of yesteryear said (of film Khamoshi), love is not to be named, comprehended or described, it is just to be experienced. 

There are many things that go beyond comprehension, measurement or description. They demand experience, submission and appreciation. Once such is love. Supreme among them is motherly love. A woman plays so many roles as does a man. That of a parent, sibling, child, friend, spouse and so on. But no relation can ever be as divine and deep as that between a mother and a child. No feeling of one human for another human can be as pure, selfless and divine as that of a mom for her child. If nothing else, it is for this reason only that every girl and woman is respectable. The day men realize 

this by their heart, may be that day woman would get her rightful place in society. 

Hail the mother. Hail the motherly love. 

Thursday 25 April 2019 (12 Baishakh 2076)