After a whole week of cooked breakfasts, I feel a bit lazy on Sunday mornings... so its bread and eggs for breakfast that day. Every Saturday around noon time... I visit Cochin Bakery for fresh bread, buns and croissants..As my items were getting billed, someone tapped me lightly on my shoulder.I looked around. It was someone I had met last at a very tragic occasion. A few months ago, she had lost her only son in a motorbike accident. I was hesitant ..what should I say to her..I wondered....Before I could say anything, her eyes filled with tears and right there , in the middle of the bakery customers , she started weeping. I miss him, Shaila, she said..her voice trembling .. I wait for him to come home every day I just held her hand and murmured my sympathies....For some time she continued talking about her son, I just listened... and then she said she had to go..... I was thinking about this incident the entire day today, wondering at life. We have no control over anything... call it fate, destiny, whatever. Husbands who lose their wives are called widowers, wives who lose husbands are called widows. There is no name for parents who lose their child..maybe because its too terrible to be named. Especially ..when its an only child its a tragedy of unimaginable proportions. Suddenly one day, they are parents no more. I wish I did not have so much empathy, such a soft heart... I still hurt thinking of that poor mother who is no longer a mother.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 16:38:19 +0000
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