a piece of my mind

Made Of Love

It was 5:30 in the evening, when I stood watching the car vanish in the cloud of smoke. It just started drizzling and I could feel the smell of fresh soil and the rays of sunlight brush away on my face. I stood there watching, finding it very hard to believe when I saw tears in her eyes. She didn’t turn back to wave at me, I knew she didn’t want me to know that she was crying. She never wanted me to know of her sorrows. After all, that is how mothers are made. Of love.

Dad was driving the car and though he wasn’t as emotional like mom, I know that he was missing me that day. Its like, you know, you just know, even if you do not see. It is just a feeling. I walked backward feeling the pain in my heart but not showing it out. I never said her about this, but I miss her. And I am writing about that day after almost 3 and a half years because I still miss my mother. Never been nostalgic but I am a son as well.

My sister made a hell of a scene at home. She was 8 years old back then, we had our differences, never getting along, even with the age gap of almost 9 years. We used to fight, beat up each other, she would start crying, and conspicuously win the battle. I miss her too. But, I do have to stay in college.

Never been much of a fan for family emotions, but I do miss them. I believed that, these emotions make me look weak, like a wimp. But, I realise that it doesn’t matter. It took 3 years for me to put it out of my heart. Several times, half written but never completed. I let this one go tonight..

By A lost Soul at Sea

a passionate writer who also happens to be a mechanical engineer and a sailor

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