Going back to the roots

It was just a usual Sunday, like any other. We were returning home from my sister’s and while we were in the car, we saw a huge flock of birds in the twilight sky, those that form different shapes while flying and always stick together. My mother immediately showed this beautiful sight to my 7 year old niece who, to my surprise, was awed. And my mom being the teacher she always has been, told her this : See those birds, Vidhi? They are heading towards their home at the end of the day. They always fly together so no one goes astray. Do you know what that means? You should also never run away and leave your parents.

Of course she was referring to times when Vidhi went out with her parents so that she doesn’t get lost. But to me; well to me it struck altogether a different chord. It felt like this was somehow directed straight towards me. And I felt a pang of guilt when I remembered the recent times when I expressed my desire to spend time away from them. That I’d rather travel alone or basically with anyone but them when discussing about a trip I intend to make before the end of this year.

Now I don’t know if that really was the case or not but it sure did feel like it. But knowing how my mom is usually not to play around with words, and make her point clearly if she intends to make one in the first place, it probably was nothing. Just an innocent talk between a granny and her grand daughter. And I was just the passive 3rd party to this conversation with a guilty conscience.

But maybe the universe meant for me to feel what I did. Because it was only then that I realised what a complete asshole I was being to my parents. Understandable that I am that age where one doesn’t necessarily feel like spending all of their time with their parents. But they never asked me to spend my entire spare time with them. They only expected me to remove some time out of my “world” and spend some quality time with them. And I just like every other person in their early 20s didn’t particularly do anything about it.

But today’s little incident gave me so much to delve into. I mean let’s face it, all of us in our 20 somethings are probably at the helm of our careers, or on the brink of starting one. Money, career, travelling, friends, living the dream – suddenly become the most important things and our families take a backseat. What we forget is that while we are waiting for our beaitiful futures to unravel, our parents are getting old. They can’t do things they once were able to do with ease. And we don’t know how much time they have with us. We often realise the value of things and people after they walk away from us. But these are not just any people. They gave life to us. The least we could do for them is to give them some of our time and love instead of crying in front of their graveyards long after they’re gone.

So let’s decide to spend at least one weekend each month with them. Let’s take that trip with them that they really want us to join in. Cook a small meal for them! Maybe become a little responsible at home. These really are small things but will mean the world to them.

Let’s try to go back to our basics. To our roots. Stick together; because together we are stronger.

I don’t know about you, but at least I am going to try my best.

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6 thoughts on “Going back to the roots

  1. Same here… Me too with teary eyes…. What an article.. so beautifully u express such simple thoughts experiences u come across Shru…. So so proud of u….. Muuaaahhhhh meri jhaalli se behna Shruti…. šŸ˜˜

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  2. Shruti,when i was talking with vidhi,u were no where.i wanted to make her understand the basic of being together.but later what u said is true.we at this need a little attention,small talk with kids and all.i would really appreciate if u do such things,u do spent time with us,but still we as parents will not be satisfied with,but i am very happy u gave thought for it.i am proud of u and also both my daughterd namrata and pooja and my entire family.my back bone is my family.

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