Turn of the tide…

The tide has turned. I find myself standing in the exact same spot you were many years ago, Now I feel what you must have experienced then. When I’d said, “Why do you have to tell your mother everything?” I didn’t realise then that before long I would be that mother and the person uttering my line would be my own kin. Ironically, I can see myself in her. I can feel her agony, her restlessness… I so want to hug her tight and tell her to let it pass. And I do, though I will never know if she got my drift.

I wish you had told me what I said to her. Maybe I would have felt better. Maybe I would have been more compassionate. Just maybe… In that `maybe’ lies a life full of goof ups and misgivings. Maybe I would have seen your view. Maybe I would have stood by you. Maybe we would have still been together – You & I. If only I could get on to the time machine and press the reverse gear. Alas, that is not to be! The tide has turned and so much water has flown under the bridge. And yes, I know that the water doesn’t flow in the same spot twice… But still…

Published by Vanaja Banagiri

Author, Editor, Poet, Art Promoter

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