My first heart break happened when I realized that Santa Claus did not exist and all the gifts that I had asked for including the Doll's House actually came not from North Pole , but Hobby Centre. The Christmas myth was passed down to Chibu - who would expectantly rummage the socks excitedly on Christmas mornings. And write notes to Santa.....As I grew up my last "christmas abdaar" before I got married to Baba was to visit a mountain and fly in an aeroplane - and lo - we went off to Darjeeling and spent a magical Christmas of '84....my last solo holiday with my parents. This Sunday , when Baba gasped for breath and I rushed him in an ambulance I found myself wishing again for a Christmas gift....I wanted him back home before Christmas. His usual self ! Last evening as we stood outside the hospital gate Bhaskar sensed my tension and said "Think of the parents at Peshawar"- and in that blare of ambulance sirens and sombre mass of faces it was a close reality -and for the first time I felt no pride in being part of the human race....and I knew no amount of Christmas wish list would bring back the hugs and kisses of those little palms and lips!Hospitals are great levelers.......
I always told this story to my trainees. About being the Eagle mum. An eagle mum prepares the nest in two layers, first downy feathers and below that,the thorns. When it is time to fly she removes the downy feathers so that the fledglings who refuse to fly fall on the thorns and that makes them flap n fly away! Bhaskar always calls is cruelty, the bojjat mommy! But to me its a way to push one out of the comfort zone, for the world waits beyond! My kiddos moved out to their own place today. And despite being an eagle mum, I kind of miss the chatter. I knew in my heart I would miss having them around... But they need to find their wings!
Hospitals scare me endlessly :(
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