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The Social Mirror - The forgotten love

We feel contended sometimes when we have an answer for each question fired on us. Sophisticated answers and unwanted interventions sometimes leads to big damaging scenes. Staring with an antagonism in their eyes makes them feel unlucky. Miraculously their love never dies. They are always there with us. We may call them by any name- mom, mummy, dad, daddy, annoying, weird. But what they hold for us in their weak hands is love.

We are polite with our friends and loving with our lady. There are numerous apologies we present to our friends but lesser is their existence for our parents. Its still unbelievable for me when sometimes i find some boys saying hundreds of sorry to their girlfriends but they never apologies to their parents for a bad behaviour. Even i am not the exception.

On every occasion we have a greeting card and a lengthy message for our freinds but for our parents a Thankyou note is a tedious task for us; Definetly they are not accepting a thankyou from us but still it will make them feel great.

We all love our parents there is definetly no doubt; we care for them; we are lucky  to have them in our life; We are blessed and thankful to god.
But do we remember any day of our life when we went to our father and said "dad, i love u ", "Dad, I am proud to have a father like you". Is it so uncool?.
We are bonding with the world and SEPERATING from our parents.

#the social mirror

Raviraj Mishra


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