The precious things

P C Marddaraj
Aug 27, 2017 · 3 min read

Came with a line today at some point of time we have to part with everything and everyone. Only there is a different time for everything.

Does that mean we become pessimist about everything or everyone we meet. I beg to differ. The truth being that, it is our absolute duty to cherish the things and persons we have in our life at this moment. Because these things and persons will not remain with us forever.

So Cherish the persons those are with you at this moment. Take care of the things those are at your hand now.

lets go into the eternal self ask this primary thing to our-self as to what is precious! Is it a hunger.”HUNGER” seems a bit MORE EXAGGERATION.

So it is a necessity.But hunger is a necessary phenomenon.Without it our life wont care the fundamental direction of living. And PRECIOUS is absolutely a thing that quenches the second self.The spirit that we call as ‘I’. Now having said that,this is the most developed self THAT can survive being hungry,being not satisfied.Being second fiddle to the first one. The first of all is now second to one.Does that mean we finally realized “IT”?? Hold on! why the sacrifice and a silence?Where I am?suddenly a voice echoed ITS GETTING LATE!! IT WAS MY MOM! But she cant be here. “Self” started begging a very hideous creature to help. I don’t know why she did that in front of that leachy creature.

I ran hard towards the “SELF” and ah! I was on ground. I SAW MYSELF CHAINED. So many creatures came running and shouting, “IT’S TIME DEAR PRINCESS”. Just when i am gathering myself i got hooked by the eyes of that leachy creature. A VOICE ECHOED from my mouth, “I AM ILL MOM”.It was a LIE.That creature was “LIE BOB”.I was about to react when i saw a pack of GUARDS came running towards the sleazy BOB.The all were red.SELF started stopping the guards. ANGER SIRE! PLEASE STOP! i knew i was angry. Self came to me and begged to be calm. Slowly the guards DISAPPEARED.Oh I was inside the “HOUSE OF ME”. In that solitude I was just to go on a expedition on the search of me and to find an answer to this complex crises of self identity, a voice again echoed, “Aren’t you going college today”. This time I was aware, I was oversleeping. With half closed eyes when I moved the curtain of my window and tried to peek thru it, The sun was bright. People are already on the street to carryout their mundane work.

I went to the main hall, In my mind the questions were still there. My SELF was sitting on a veranda, may be waiting for me to come and reply his question of existence. But I was not in a mood to have an argument with my self. So I ignored it and everything that was going in my mind. I sat on the chair near the kitchen. Mom was busy preparing Lunch and of course my breakfast. She again asked, “Don’t you have college today”. I didn’t reply.

She came and kept a glass of Juice in front of me, while complaining about the curtains of my room which needed a wash. I was Silent. suddenly I said “Mom”. she replied her eye still focused on the omelet she was preparing for me. I hold the juice glass tightly and shouted “Mom, I Love You”. She stopped for a second, looked at me to check if everything is OK, then again returned to her work. I was sipping the Juice slowly as I have all the time of the world. Then mom looked at me deeply again asked, “Do you need anything?”. I shook my head denying. Are you in Love ? I smiled sarcastically.

At that moment I actually wanted to hug her. I wanted to express all my emotion I had at that moment in my heart for her. I wanted to tell her that she meant the world to me.

Yes I meant it

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https://medium.com/@purnachandramardarajsatpathy/hug-you-b047a580cd13

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