My mother and me.

A Futile Wish

Tulip Chowdhury

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Soul talks

After decades of life on Earth, family formed, family broken, jobs served and lost, a busy social life beckons with happy and sad traces; I should be a weathered soul by now.

Yet, from time to time, the chronological age wants to take the backstage, and a child hidden behind the ‘rough and tough’ being wants to come forward.

Why does the inner being want to return to earlier days and be a baby, one held in my mother’s bosom?

The words, “There is a child hidden in every man,” make sense when life seems overwhelming, and the back rests against a wall. The inner being seeks refuge somewhere where unconditional love holds, where life challenges momentarily evaporate in the bliss of a mother’s lap.

I wish I could coil all the years lived into a childhood day. My mother’s crooning voice would say, “There, there, don’t cry. Everything will be alright.”

It is not possible anymore. I sigh, I cry. There is no going back to my mother’s bosom; neither is she here, nor am I a baby anymore. There are no words to describe the loss of a love so profound.

Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.

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Tulip Chowdhury

Tulip is a poet, columnist, author, and the 2024 International Impact Book Awards winner for her novel "Visible, Invisible, and Beyond."