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Dad and mom

There is much to learn from my mom and dad. My mother is my dads centre of the universe. He cooks for her, buys stuff for her and cares for her in ways that are incomprehensible to me. Twenty years ago when they first separated to live in two different cities, I remember dad crying over the dinner table. The years that mom lived in Kerala were years when dad would criss cross the country many times a year to be with her. And now that mom has retired, they live together again, like a fiery thunder living with a silent lake.

Mom is like that. Silent, not very expressive and strictly mind my own business type. She thinks too much with her head and dad is greatly driven by passion and emotion. I wish I were capable of loving someone half as much, in a subtler more subdued manner. Someday I will.

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  1. Jerral MilesJanuary 21, 2013 at 10:07 AM

    Wonderful tribute to your parents...

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  2. dcpegJanuary 26, 2013 at 11:07 PM

    Your parents sound similar to mine. When Dad died a few years ago, Mom has never recovered. They also were opposites tempermentally. Odd how they can attract each other. Hope your wish comes true. Grand passion IS possible. It can also be painful.

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