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Incoherent Thoughts on a Mother's Day

Mother son relation is the most secure relation..how can you ever doubt the umbilical cord which fed you when you could not feed yourself. It therefore fall with a thud when for a moment any doubt of lack of love creeps in. That is a thud which screams loud in the loneliest of the nights.

Men tend to make their spouse believe, early in their lives that they are no longer Momma's boy. They go to length to prove how their Mom's no longer hold the last word in their lives and decisions they are  to make going forward.

This is a little conspiracy to prove that manhood has been gained and adulthood has been attained, and it is entirely untrue. 
As long as it stays a secret and is contained within the realm of the two original perpetrator and the lady being wooed, there is no problem. 
The fault line appears when it reaches then mother as well. It gets worse when she starts to protest and in a sense legitimises the claim which anyways was untrue. A man can never outgrow a mother's love. For a mother to believe anything like that and to protest that is detrimental to the relation.

All men, even the middle aged ones, live with a secret desire to get exposed of the lie which they tell to their wives. This is a lie which they want to be called out and it breaks their hearts if their mother believes in what it untrue and abandons them. No child is old enought to be abandoned by a mother. A child always loves to be prioritised and laughed off for his small slips..and for him all his slips are small..as far as the mother is concerned. 

I don't know what I am writing, and it seems rubbish. It is incoherent and lacks design. But it is a Mother's Day and society crept between me and my mother, and drove a divide so deep that I could do nothing more than getting my daughter speak with the grandmother, on the Mother's Day. I wish she could never believe that son's love is lost and that societal correctness is a pre-condition of a mother's love for the child. Nothing can be a pre-condition of a mother's love. I wish she knows that even when I walk out of the home, I will always love her. And I wish she believes it, and believes it without requiring me to prove it.

Read it without prejudice..it is not a post, it is a wail of loneliness which travels to the skies. It comes from a life which is forlorn and tired and would do well with a mother's love. It is from the other son, who could not claim "Mere Paas Maa hai".


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