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.