IT life comes with assured gifts (at least when you are a fresher as I am) like demotivation, frequent scolding from seniors, dreadful deadlines, no leisure time, no control over life and hence, no life. It’s my low morale mode which makes me type these words in praise of my work life. Certainly, all days are not alike and amidst the gruesomeness of the world, moments of togetherness with family and friends bring back the lost spark in our lives.
Papa (my papa) is a simple Bihari family man. His entire life circulates around taking care of the needs of his family. Though he is highly short tempered, he is equally a sacrificing and loving caretaker of his loved ones. My little family comprises of Papa, Ma, Didi (sister) and a younger brother. And as it happens in every family, we too have set certain rules, some consciously and some unconsciously. One such inbuilt law of my family system is ‘loving and caring silently’. Expressing feelings finds a place next to the theatrical melodrama. Thus, a little act of showing love means a lot to me.
Those were some drastically depressing days of my life. I was new at work, newly exposed to the corporate world’s politics shrouded in the face of friendship with no one to look up to. Also, some personal life’s challenges had made me weak. My faith upon friendship and affection had begun to dwindle with every passing day that I spent in the new city.
Fortunately, Papa and my brother came to Kolkata for a short visit. I got a much needed refuge from the bleak world I was living in. We decided to meet at my uncle’s place which is in the same city. I met my brother after several months. He is the one who makes me feel grown up and responsible. We had a great time, great food together at uncle’s house. Then arrived the time to bid goodbye which I hate the most in the world. I have always felt crippled before the swift changes that life brings. I love monotony, stability and planned adventures. While I got ready to leave, Papa and my brother asked me to wait so that they could accompany me till the bus stop (There are certain things which you can only expect your papa to do for you) which was at a walking distance from my uncle’s place. I waited for them to get ready. I knew Papa still treated me as a child who needs help to board a bus. It was after a long while that I was given such an attention, someone had fathomed my fear for boarding crowded local buses and travelling alone. While walking with me he handed some money in my hands which I had never refused to and could not refuse at that moment as well. He had always been my provider before whom I can never stop feeling like a needy kid. I boarded the AC bus (with black windows which restricts vision from the outer end) till Karunamayee after touching Papa’s feet and receiving his blessings. Doors locked and bus started to drift away slowly. I was sad and looking down at my feet when I heard a faint shriek calling my name. It was Papa, who had found a non-obstructing visibility point in the bus and wanted to see me for the one last time before leaving. I beamed with smile at him and said goodbye as loudly as I could and the bus began to sprint. This innocent act of love had made me feel so positive after a long while. That was a moment when I could not hold back my emotions, I cried before the passengers (Those tears washed away all the negativity I had been brewing up in my mind. As if I had got a confirmation letter saying “Whatever happens, there is one standing next to you. You are not alone”).
Papa has always been my provider. He has always provided for me if not with money than with love, care and support. I think about this moment of togetherness and love whenever I feel low being alone. Moments spent with loved ones can uplift our minds even when we are drowned in the deep ocean of hopelessness. That is the power of being #together!
(I was inspired to write this post by housing.com‘s activity of writing about the power of being together!)