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Your Call

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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. Afshan ShaikMay 27, 2013 at 3:47 PM

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

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  2. Mina MenonMay 27, 2013 at 3:47 PM

    DQ DQ DQ! But v touching post DQ

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  3. AnonymousMay 27, 2013 at 3:49 PM

    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. Shilpa GargMay 27, 2013 at 3:52 PM

    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. Vidya SuryMay 27, 2013 at 4:39 PM

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

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  6. MaggidMay 27, 2013 at 4:56 PM

    lovely!

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  7. Corinne RodriguesMay 27, 2013 at 8:35 PM

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

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  8. Kajal KapurMay 27, 2013 at 9:33 PM

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

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  9. Easwar ArumugamMay 27, 2013 at 9:49 PM

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

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  10. www.lifepartneracademy.comMay 28, 2013 at 12:36 AM

    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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  11. BhagyashreeMay 28, 2013 at 10:44 AM

    My....very touching.

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  12. Sahithya SridharMay 28, 2013 at 11:01 AM

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

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  13. Privy TriflesMay 28, 2013 at 3:56 PM

    Poignant !

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  14. JANUMay 28, 2013 at 7:35 PM

    This hit home.

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  15. RoshniMay 29, 2013 at 1:45 AM

    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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  16. the little princessMay 29, 2013 at 12:22 PM

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

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  17. UnknownMay 30, 2013 at 10:42 AM

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

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  18. SuzyJune 1, 2013 at 8:39 AM

    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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