dawning realization....

Parents! Oh! How I wish to maintain a nice rapport with them. These days, nothing seems to be working my way. Every other day, I have a fight over trivial issues with my mom. She never seems to understand my point of view. She’s always stuck down with her own fragmented, invented or rather say, discovered policies and rules. Father, on the other side always appeared to bloom with greener pastures. So, whenever I found, the land on my mother’s side parched up due to my mistakes and failures, I let her seismic waves of fury transmit through me and then run towards the greener pasture for solace and comfort. Solace and comfort, is something, I often got, for my father’s heart is a land of evergreen Savannas, which never shuts the door on forlorn souls and welcomes them heartily, providing the soothing heart balm. His land is an oasis for people caught in a sandstorm, and I more often than usual, have been his land’s often visited Bedouin. And I always thought that these goodie-goodie things about my father’s vast heart land will provide me its warm shelter, whenever I smell the dust raising on my mom’s land. Oh! But how foolish I had been, in not understanding that these two lands form the ground for my existence and I cant totally depend on just one of them. And today, I learnt and realized it, the hard way.