Its my 1st OS..plz do comment or criticise..thnks in advance.
Regardless of her age and maturity,piya is still her mother's child.,still searching for a lap to lay her head and weep.…After her mother died, she was plunged into the sharp, painful nostalgia that accompanied the recollections of childhood--everything she represented in terms of security, familiarity, and protection seemed to be gone.The little girl was forced to cope with the loss of parental love and attention that was given uniquely to her, and that she depended on, possibly even took for granted. .But after so many years,today she grappled with the realization that no one knows her in the exact same way as her mother did—, indeed will ever anyone know as they did..… She wished that she could have her mama say or do the things she longed for. She wished her mama could understand the rejection she suffered. She feels robbed of the opportunity to express her anger towards her mother.. She tries her best to forget that she is an orphan to keep herself happy but circumstances surrounding her don't allow her to forget this..When she was a kid,she wanted to be just like her mother,but she lost her much before she could understand her well.. Many times,she thinks about what to keep and what to give away, not just of her mother's possessions but of her beliefs, personality traits, habits, skills, aims, loves. Which of those will continue to reside in her ? Which ones will she nurture ? Which bring her less peace and comfort and can be let go? She could never find any answers to her queries..But without her knowledge;through her,parts of her mother's individuality and influence have been thread through each day ahead, each year, adding to the tapestry of her life and the lives that follow her. In this dedicated way, she has kept her mama alive even after her death..……she could never die..piya knows her mother is near but still she misses her presence..