Mother’s dream

Dreams simply fade away. And, so with my mother’s dream to learn dance.

     Somewhere the universe creates the vibration for accomplishing the desire of a parent’s heart. Here I am now, practicing the bharatnatyam adavus and trying hard to awaken classical dance hidden. 

No one can really describe in words the bond that a mother, can engrave in the mind of a child.

I always have a very warm space for my mother, that I must say the divine choose a very special soul to adorn that role. This is a very common feeling but does anyone realize that a mother could have an unfulfilled dream due to reasons whatsoever.

And, so did my mother.

As a little girl, she was given the name, Prasanna. Her delicate smile was liked by everyone and that describes her unique name. Her family consisted of four sisters and one brother. The brother being the youngest and brightest of all. My mother, shared a deep love for her parents and the whole of her sibilings, despite the difficulties she had to survive through as a child. As a young girl, her father found it very tough to make ends meet with the income through the work of an Art Professor.

It’s true that my grandfather, P.K.CJ was very creative, full of ideas and enjoyed being in the role of an artist. But he gained very little money, to support the needs of his family. Because of his problems, my grandfather couldn’t experience a little peace. It did affect the family’s wellbeing, but what could the children and wife have done? They simply accepted the ups, downs and lived. One of my mother’s sister, grew up to be a very compassionate holistic doctor, my mother completed her degree in commerce and the youngest brother grew into a very successful engineer.

Looking back, and as I listen to childhood stories narrated by my mother, life was indeed very tough. Because they went through so much of struggle, pain as a child; life taught many lessons of pain, patience, joy, acceptance, understanding and sharing.