I just stopped my talk in no moment and left the place. Because they are not just brave, but wise too.

They are not just brave, but wise too.

Feel in this hour of distress. Anything can happen to any one of us. It's something we can't predict. We need to educate each other. Well, remind one another about the time we are going through. Keep oneself and the ones' around too safe. Mentally getting prepared for the same, either it be good or bad is again essential.

Let's take this moment as a time to reconcile back and forgive even. For nothing, nothing rests in our hands. And a very tiny virus is much much more powerful than we humans. It's not the unfortunate plight we go through again, but it's the sad reality. I too tend to lose my courage, though every moment I build back myself. 

The mother in me, goes so weak when I become thoughtful of my boy and my girl. The mother in me falls, when I hear if you are asthmatic, you have to be very careful. I again know it, because when a day of mine starts with an inhaler, I know it's hard for people belonging to this category of mine to survive any problem that may risk your lungs.

I felt it's my responsibility to prepare my kids too, making them aware of how the present scenario is. So I had a very informal talk with Nanditha, though I had to convey something very serious. I told her, we may have to face so many things in life dear. So at that time we need to face them bravely.

A bit later I added, see I have pretty good photos of mine and if covid visits your Amma, it's not sure she would resist the virus. So make sure you hang all good photos of her in and around our home. In no time, the answer came back. Amma don't worry, you just be happy. If the virus visits you, our house will be just decorated with your photos, and I will make sure, I would use different different colour garlands, on each of your photos. We should make it so colourful right. But right now itself you tell Rishith don't put down things topsy turvy. He would mess the whole with his great ideas. 

I just stopped my talk in no moment and left the place.

Parvathy 

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