As I grow older, there’s only one thing in life
that has remained permanent – my family. Slowly
everything else keeps slipping away: school, college,
friends, childhood friends.
The Tv serials and dramas that I used to watch all the time –
everything has been left behind.
There is only one thing that was with me back then and is
still with me today – my imperfect, messy family.
In childhood, family was just family – going out with
Dadu, watching comedy TV serials with him
and eating lots of snacks while shopping together.
As soon as Dad entered the house, I would sit down
to study. If I needed anything from Dad, I would ask
Mumma to speak to him for me.
And the moment Dad left house, I would go out to play or
watch TV.
On holidays I’d get Mumma to make my favorite meal and
spend time sitting with her in the kitchen, and chat endlessly.
Having fun and sharing little chats with Dadi and my brother.
This was the only defination of family I had in my childhood.
Maybe this was the meaning of home for all of us when
we were children.
But as I grow older, everything seems to slip away. The
only thing that remains permanent is family.
What once felt like just family now feels like a support system.
They give me a reason to live, a reason to achieve
something just for them.
Whether I lose or win, whether I’m wrong or right, these are
the people who stand by me without wasting a single minute.
Now I feel that family is not just for support, but also a
source of motivation to live, laugh, stay happy, and source
to learn many things.
Sitting with them for just five minutes makes me want to
forget everything and live freely.
That’s another story, though – sometimes I get extremely angry
at this very same people.
We don’t share everything with our family and sometimes
we can’t .
But when they are dealing with their own problems, we
forget ours.
Our stress slowly fades away.
Even when we can’t open up or share too much with them,
they still remain special – always.
I don’t know about everyone else, but my family…..
sometimes it feels like they don’t
understands me at all,
and sometimes it feels like no one understands me
better than they do.
My family is far from perfect, there are many ups and down’s,
a lot of chaos, and plenty of problems –
but maybe that’s what family really is.
Maybe every home is like this, but still, for everyone,
their family is special.
Imagining life without them is almost impossible, right?