May 28, 2010

PAINTINGS AND EXPECTATIONS

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Few weeks back I tried to paint you out of my memory. I knew that I could never make myself to try and draw your face. I am scared I will not be able to do so. So, that has been off limits. I had an idea of what I wanted to convey and how I wanted it to look like. One day, I took out the canvas, the fine paint brushes sister got me and the colours. I called the painting 'Heaven'. It's a painting of your feet, with three chrysanthemum flowers placed around it representing the three of us. I read somewhere about how Heaven or Paradise really is the land beneath the mother's feet and that's what I wanted to show. The idea was put onto canvas but I have to admit my skills as a painter pretty much made sure that it wasn't executed the way I had envisioned it. When sister saw it she was like 'those are such ugly feet, mom had such beautiful feet' and I completely agree with her. So you see, attempting just to draw your feet was such a disaster I can't imagine even trying to draw your face. You know, I had tried to sketch you once but the picture looked more and more like a stranger than you so I stopped and didn't even complete it.

But I haven't been able to paint after that. I know I should at least try and do some other stuff like the 'flower garden' sister wants me to draw. But I am so bad with the brush to draw such fine stuff like flowers in a garden. It needs attention to details, the right brush stroke to create the petals, the leaves and the stalk. Maybe I am just finding excuses!

It is so hard to deal with the expectations of others, let alone your own. And I have too many expectations of my own and from my own self (hardly have any from others!) that I fear to even think of trying. If I manage to think about it, I hesitate to work towards it. If I start working towards it I think of several other things to do so that I stop doing it. If I still persist, when the moment comes to seize the opportunity I just decline, flat. Just like that. Earlier I used to find it tough to say 'No', but now the problem is saying 'Yes'.

I guess more than anything or anyone else, we ourselves are our own worst fears and nightmares and if given a chance the best friend and guide. I wish you could tell me what to do. But I do know what you would have said. I guess I am just pretending not to hear, like the time when you once warned me the glass would fall if I didn't place it properly and after a moment it fell down and broke into pieces. Then I realised you were right and I should have listened. I still haven't changed, have I mom?

Miss you. Goodnight.

Love

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Life is not easy. It is far more difficult to live when you lose someone as close to you as your mom. There are times, more often than not, when you miss her so much so that it becomes hard to believe in everything else still living around you. Times when you need to say and share things, as simple as how your day went by and what all you did. Times when you need a hug or a kiss to console and comfort you that it's okay. Times when your happiness and joy would make so much more sense if she were there. Times when just her presence, knowing she is there, is reassuring enough to battle any nightmares. There are so many things bundled up in our hearts waiting to be told. So, I will write them down today and every other day when I need to talk to you, dear mom.
 
 

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