Page 26 - Love Story of a Commando

I was happy, excited about the fact that I would soon be leaving, but
suddenly the laid-back attitude in my home changed. Things turned
emotional. My mom stopped ranting about my laziness or the mess in my
room. She cooked all my favourite dishes, ditching the dreaded torai, lauki,
saag which I hated. The days flew by and soon I was packing my bags. My
mother would not stop crying. Dad took the day off work—something he
hadn’t done in decades.
Honestly I felt like crying too.
I hugged them tightly, kissed my mother a lot, tried to cheer them up
as they waved me goodbye at the airport. It was harsh. I suddenly felt lonely
and insecure. I had just left my whole universe back at home. The same
home where only a few months ago I was dying of boredom. Indian parents
never express their unconditional love to their kids but their kids mean the
world to them. They talk about you every day to everyone when you are not
around and feel content when you are around. You occupy all your mother’s
heart and your father’s mind.
We are not just bonded by blood but also by love. True love!