Whatever be your age, you do feel lost and lonely when both your parents are no more. You feel as if you are exposed all by yourself to the furies and fancies of the four elemental forces.
As you wallow in those dark matters, much worse than the lake of despair Milton describes in the first book of 'Paradise Lost', you find a distant echo of your plight. Thus you realise that in this big bad world, there exists somone who echoes the same sense of loss.
Slowly but surely emerges the pattern. The family traditions are being sincerely followed; attention is being sensitively paid to minor but focally important issues. Tough job indeed it is as his life partner, (and not to forget his children, the gen next sons), would have her own insistent demands! But he finds the perfect solution to sort out life's riddles.
Thus follows he the footsteps of our parents. The past walks in to the present, sure of the road safely winding in to the future. The contentment that thus overflows washes out drip by drop the dark potion of the grief.
Thank you very much, Raju, very much indeed, for being the essentially genuine, efficient elder son. Both of us, Sanju and I, can thus enjoy a unique sense of security. Thank you, Raju, for being a good son and a great brother.
Pratima@ Our parents' footsteps Parag follows/ Thus kindness genuine grief swallows!
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