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Your Call

Anand,

You found this letter so late because I never posted -  you were always so busy – at the office with work and at home with your sons and Mrinalini.
Ever since your baba left, I have been very lonely, with no one to share my stories and agonies with. Every Sunday I made your favourite snacks and waited, hoping against hope that you would come. But neither did you come, nor did your call.

Know this, whether in heaven or hell, I still love you and you’ll be my darling no matter what and will be looking over you always.

Maa



This piece is written for 100 Words On Saturday 11 Prompt: YOUR CALL hosted by Corinne at her blog EveryDayGyaan 




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  1. hmmm
    old age and loneliness is some thing which always scares me

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  2. DQ DQ DQ! But v touching post DQ

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  3. I am going through loneliness at the moment, age? well I am getting on but feel young at heart.

    Yvonne.

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  4. Oh! It is so sad when children get busy in their own lives and forget all about the parents!! And they just keep hoping for that call or that knock on the door...
    Lovely take on the prompt, Bhavya!

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  5. My heart hurts to read this Bhavya. Lovely post. Cheers! Vidya

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  6. Ever so sad, even more so because it's so real, Bhavya!

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  7. So beautiful yet so sad. Its exactly what is expected of Bhavya...good one!

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  8. Loneliness is the decease every elder is scared of. Nice write.

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  9. You have expressed the true sentiments and emotions of the elderly people. If parents have children and yet feel lonely, the children are loosing a great opportunity of being with their parents. The value of parents is known to those who have lost them being busy.

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  10. beutiful writng... but i hate this feeling when parents are sad!... and that too because of their children!

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  11. It's heart-wrenching to think of the lonely parent! I feel like I should do more than just a weekly phone call! :/

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  12. it's sad how, so many old people are now left to fend for themselves.

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  13. Hi Bhavya this is very soul stirring. The sentiments exppressed by the mother are heart rending.

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  14. This is a reality for so many. But someday they go through it too - karma eventually catches up with all of us. Very touching post.

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