Winters were special to her.
Sun kissed days and gentle breeze bring the crispness back to the life, she
believed. Winter also meant spending most of the week ends outdoors, with the
family. Away from the mundane chores and routine, the outings were much sought
after by the family for the fair share of bonding. Was it the lure of the
nature or the tension free togetherness, she wouldn’t know nor she bothered to
find out; For joy is just without any tags and is priceless, come what way!
Winter was special, for
another reason as well! Winter brought her birthday and anniversary too with it.
She would then plan, special outings around these days. Though she was well
over 40s, she had the enthusiasm of the child when it came to picnics. It then
by default rubbed on to her kids and man of her life equally.
Off late however she was
fighting an inner turmoil. The kids no longer were kids. She had deduced that
the clock was running much too faster and soon she would have an empty nest.
The better half was climbing the stairs of the corporate ladder by leaps and
bounds. That meant he was busy in his world. Managing every one’s schedule was
the only important job on her hand, which meant she had much time to herself.

No one needs me any
more,  was it a bad decision to quit job
and be a stay at home Mom, am I merely the governess, am I good for nothing, am I turning
ancient everyday and many such nasty thoughts clouded her thinking most of the
days. She would shun them off by reassuring herself otherwise. However minor
ailments crippled her every now and then and turned the mood gloomy. She tried
mingling with friends. She even decided to take up a hobby, but could not find
the time to give it a serious thought.
On their way to the picnic,
that day, she was once again shooing away the stream of malodorous thoughts
that were trying to trickle in her mind. She could not participate in the
frivolity that was keeping the rest of the family busy. They were all singing in
chorus…
“1,
2,3, 4, 5,6, 7, 8….I believe its not too late. Together we can change the world….”

“Oh Mom, you are not paying
attention. Your are singing out of tune…”, said the youngest member of the
family, with much of dejection in her voice. Suddenly everyone dropped singing and
turned to her. Only the car kept on going ahead on the road. Sensing the tipping
balance of the situation, the man said, “She needs some sleep. She got up to
make the breakfast for us so that we are all full of energy for this outing
till we break for lunch. Not like us, late risers!” He winked at the brood. She
noticed it all.
Except her, three of them
continued with the other song. Her thought was stuck at the duel between her
chirpy self and the morose one. She could not silence their onslaught. She
shook her head, closed her eyes tightly and rested her head on the head rest.
A gentle nudging and “Madam,
don’t you wish to join us? We have arrived”, got her back to senses. She had slept
for good half an hour and they had reached the picnic spot. Children were out
of the car and here was her husband, waiting for her to get up and get going.
She stepped out of the car and gentle breeze got her goose bumps. Pulling the
shawl from the tote bag, he wrapped it around her.  Fresh from the power nap and now perceiving the
warmth in her beloved’s eyes, she jumped to life.
They were soon exploring the
ruins of the old caves. Walking up and down the worn out and naturally eroded
structure gave four of them enough opportunities to engage in light banters and
some “catch me if you can” games! Marveling at the craftsmanship of the ancient
times, she walked hand in hand with the love of her life. Coming out of one
such cave, she glanced up. It was a huge basalt rock that had perforations at
random places. With a height of about 20+ feet, it stood as the wall to one of the
caves.
A thought caught her fancy.
She wished to climb the rock and reach the top of the caves. There was a
twinkle in her eyes. Her athlete self was beckoning her. As if hypnotized, she
left his hands and walked towards the black rock. She carefully observed the
perforations and grooves on it. Removing her sandals, she started climbing it.
One step at a time, she kept on scaling up, only to stop for a while
to find the next groove to have her foot hold.
The world around her stood motionless.
Each and every thread of the thought, good
and bad both, vanished from her mind as if they were never there. The cobweb of
the gloomy, dispirited and oppressive thoughts was cleared off. And when she
took the final step to reach the top, suddenly she heard the commotion at the
foothill. There stood her husband, her son and daughter, all looking in awe and
clapping for her. She blushed and a gentle smile prevailed on her face. She
took a bow and floated the flying kisses towards them!

She looked up. The open blue
skies had a message for her…She read it aloud, “Mai kar sakati hai!”
She discovered herself once again! 




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Mai Kar Sakati Hai means I can do!

All pics courtesy Pixabay

Linking this post to #MondayMusings by Corinne of EveryDayGyaan

Categories: FictionParenting

15 Comments

Shilpa Gupte · November 29, 2017 at 12:45 pm

That was such a motivating piece, Anagha! We women go through these phases, when no one needs us anymore and we find ourselves useless. But, we need to find that something that can keep the spark within us alive, keep us going.
I had a lump in my throat at the end – a 'happy lump' when she climbed the wall and found her footing! Found herself, all over again!
Superbly done!

    canvaswithrainbow · November 30, 2017 at 11:23 am

    On the same page with you Shilpa. WE must look at it as a "Phase"…one that will pass too and how? Its all in our hands!
    Thanks for visiting and adding value to the discussion on the topic.

Deliciously Alive · November 29, 2017 at 3:33 pm

Honestly, I had goosebumps reading this. Such an honest, inspiring and and hopeful piece. Anagha, you are enjoying your writing, and it is showing. Tum kar nahin sakti, tum ne kar liya hai! Keep going, my lovely friend! So proud of you!

    canvaswithrainbow · November 30, 2017 at 11:24 am

    Its been your encouragement and appreciation that has helped me come so far Mayuri! I learnt a lot from you and still doing so! Thanks for visiting and appreciating me as usual! Luv you!

meha sharma · November 29, 2017 at 8:02 pm

This was so evocative Anagha! The writing was flawless and had me hooked on to the emotional upheavals of the protagonist.

    canvaswithrainbow · November 30, 2017 at 11:25 am

    Meha, you made my day! Thank you so much for uplifting remarks!

Anamika Agnihotri · November 30, 2017 at 4:24 am

I know one such woman. She is my mother. The story kept my interest intact till the very end. I did not see the end coming the way it did. What makes me feel glad most is this woman does not sound bitter or negative for the least bit.
The title of this post was catchy for me to find my way to your story.

    canvaswithrainbow · November 30, 2017 at 11:26 am

    Appreciate your discerning observation Anamika. Indeed the protagonist her is a very positive person! Thanks for visiting.

tulika singh · November 30, 2017 at 4:59 am

That was wonderful Anagha – almost like she reached out and found herself through that climb. Sometimes a loving family is not enough. Each of us needs to do something for himself/herself alone, to feel god in one's own eyes. Lovely thought. Oh and I loved that Line from Sulu – that was my single takeaway from an otherwise average film.

    canvaswithrainbow · November 30, 2017 at 11:28 am

    You said it Tulika… having the loving family is one advantage but not everything, when it comes to finding your lost self! And the punch line is really powerful… "Mai kar sakati hai"! Thanks for visiting…

    Alana · November 30, 2017 at 11:14 pm

    This brought me back to an incident years ago when I was visiting the Black Hills of South Dakota with my husband and almost-teenaged son. Children were climbing on the rock formations and my son joined them. Just watching him brought me such joy. There is a certain joy, and youthfulness, in climbing. I enjoyed your story, as someone in her mid 60's.

    canvaswithrainbow · December 1, 2017 at 9:38 am

    Thank you so much Alana for sharing your experience! Agree you that there is a great sense of achievement post climbing! Thanks for visiting!

bellybytes · December 2, 2017 at 11:25 am

It’s nice that your heroine found herself . We all go through periods of self doubt and feelings of being unwanted and superfluous but these days too shall pass because in the end there is a reason why we are put on this earth

    canvaswithrainbow · December 2, 2017 at 1:36 pm

    Oh thats really a great thought… we all are here on this Earth for some reason! Thanks Sunita for bringing value to the discussion!

Winsant Online Store · December 16, 2017 at 7:00 am

What caught my attention was the Title " MAI KAR SAKTI HAI "…. this got me to read the article… and I must say… time well spend…. Superb read…..

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