UNCERTAINTY OF EXPRESSION

To this very moment those two incidents juxtaposed in my mind, spread an involuntary genuine smile on my lips and a conundrum of content and sad feeling undoubted of any fib to my soul. I had always heard of love causing a Christmas of happiness to us and a joy to the ones we love, but never had i thought of the prowess of love dwelling in the care seeing the others ache.
It was just another morning of a fine Tuesday, nothing skeptical about the on goers in the vicinity of a dilapidated hospital building of the Guwahati Medical College with the ongoing scenario of men often criticized of debauchery. Walking past the rusty folding gates half leaning on to the right and every possible corner painted red with tobacco, talk about sarcasm in a hospital. This was a sole place where people abstained of the pathetic charade of hypocrisy and for once crying out loud, genuinely cared for the better fractions of them. I had made a visit with my sister who had  injured her finger. I had been to a government hospital for the civilian population for the first time in my life and was submerged in understanding the order maintained by the officials among the chaotic kin who seemed to be the more freaked out demographic. As i was doling with myself, i happened to see this kid, just might have entered the league of toddlers i assume was being dressed by a man leading to a debate between my sister and me with due consideration of the etiquette around. Our conjectures were just based on the science of observation. His entire upper body save the head was taped with bandages (and i had made a viable guess in the debate). As he writhed, I saw his parched right hand, it almost incinerated my soul for a moment. The smile on his mother's decrepit  face shed a lot of courage and assurance to the lad who now lay in her arms. I thought of going and tousle the kid with a smile on me which reflected the words, man... you'r brave! but something resisted me. The kid plunged his head on his mother's shoulder and in no time the mother shed the smile off her face and wiped her eye which were longing to burst but were silent just make sure her boy didn't give up. Her feelings surfaced like a cravat that looked a class apart when her child watched her, but truth be told it was suffocating. I had a strange eerie kind of feeling for the next few minutes and might be was lost in a limbo. 

Later that very day, i had to go to a shoe store to exchange a pair of floaters i had bought a couple of days earlier. Owing to the odd time of my entry, there was just one family at the store. The man sported a french beard with a eyes screaming to be shut every moment. One could easily guess his rambunctious past. He was with his withered mother and two kids who wore a matching set of clothes, hopping to every corner of the store as if were completing a baseball home run.  He seemed very blissful looking at his sons competing for every petty peccadillo. It was a very touching sight for an audience like me. 
It was then, that i had something close to an epiphany of parenthood, the joys and hardships that come  along with it. Its like a packaged deal you have to accept in the crossroads of your life. I was all of a sudden thankful to all the parents in the universe for accepting the tyke who blessed them with delectation and a sense of satisfaction of their purpose of life. Its an amazing journey of the road taken, perhaps built, from a cul-de-sac for many people, giving a meaning to their existence and anticipating their newborn cherub to reciprocate when they get old.

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