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Placenta— isn't it the revolution that can't be su

Placenta— isn't it the revolution that can't be subdued by any bomb? Ma, I want your lap, right now. So many things happened in this week. A girl eloped with her boyfriend from our mess. The neighborhood aunties were gossiping about her, and wasn't even leaving to scrutinize her mother's character. A single mother who brought up her girl, struggling with the society. You often tell me I should behave well, or else you'll be pointed at for that. I realised how it happens. I can't tolerate this unfairness. I am not against baba, but if he has given his 100%, you too gave. I still remember you used to give me three ready tiffin boxes during our morning school. If I am studious it's you who made me that. From junior classes till now, you have given me the best advices. The least marks that I got in chemistry, is also because tum piche padhe the. Baba's love is somehow different, he loves but with distance. But you taught me what closeness is. You have been the longest journal in a person. Baki log to aise bhage bhage jate hae. And you already know, how much I suck at socializing and getting my kind of people. Oh you know, Don dadu passed away. Dadu was the only person here, I could sit for long hours chatting about random things like best friends do. Taane bohot sunate the magar... See I can't keep my people intact. They go. Oh you know, I got to know something new yesterday. I went to the crematorium. When the last flame went off suddenly, the burner gave us his placenta. I never knew the placenta can't be destroyed by the flames. Placenta— isn't it the revolution that can't be subdued by any bomb? The song says, "Ma ke pet se marghat tak hae tere kahani" but I would rather say, life is but mother's womb. When inside, placenta is the connection, and outside, you connect me with the life. And see, till the end the placenta remains. I always feared if you will also leave someday. But in future, if I ever happen to think about it, I will remember, the placenta. Not only best days, ma, you gave me the best things— tiffin, knowledge, ethics, power, to carry. I had told the worst possible things to you, but I see from where I instill the growing acceptance. I know, bohot dard hua tumhe. But ma, I am quite little to find you the perfect remedy, like you do. trying to cope up with life,
Placenta— isn't it the revolution that can't be subdued by any bomb? Ma, I want your lap, right now. So many things happened in this week. A girl eloped with her boyfriend from our mess. The neighborhood aunties were gossiping about her, and wasn't even leaving to scrutinize her mother's character. A single mother who brought up her girl, struggling with the society. You often tell me I should behave well, or else you'll be pointed at for that. I realised how it happens. I can't tolerate this unfairness. I am not against baba, but if he has given his 100%, you too gave. I still remember you used to give me three ready tiffin boxes during our morning school. If I am studious it's you who made me that. From junior classes till now, you have given me the best advices. The least marks that I got in chemistry, is also because tum piche padhe the. Baba's love is somehow different, he loves but with distance. But you taught me what closeness is. You have been the longest journal in a person. Baki log to aise bhage bhage jate hae. And you already know, how much I suck at socializing and getting my kind of people. Oh you know, Don dadu passed away. Dadu was the only person here, I could sit for long hours chatting about random things like best friends do. Taane bohot sunate the magar... See I can't keep my people intact. They go. Oh you know, I got to know something new yesterday. I went to the crematorium. When the last flame went off suddenly, the burner gave us his placenta. I never knew the placenta can't be destroyed by the flames. Placenta— isn't it the revolution that can't be subdued by any bomb? The song says, "Ma ke pet se marghat tak hae tere kahani" but I would rather say, life is but mother's womb. When inside, placenta is the connection, and outside, you connect me with the life. And see, till the end the placenta remains. I always feared if you will also leave someday. But in future, if I ever happen to think about it, I will remember, the placenta. Not only best days, ma, you gave me the best things— tiffin, knowledge, ethics, power, to carry. I had told the worst possible things to you, but I see from where I instill the growing acceptance. I know, bohot dard hua tumhe. But ma, I am quite little to find you the perfect remedy, like you do. trying to cope up with life,
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