Expiry Date of Women's Dreams

Dreams are the threads weaving our aspirations and desires. For women, these dreams often carry the weight of societal expectations, family obligations, and the influence of traditional norms. Despite our dreams, we sometimes feel steered by the hands of our spouses, in-laws, or our own families, subtly dictating the course of our aspirations.

Once, there lived a woman who had a little dreams. Her journey wasn’t straightforward but a struggled maze. Witnessing her struggles, the universe presented her with two choices: one leading her towards pursuing her dreams and other an immedidate growth. The chance that universe offered to pursue her aspirations, was a path strewn with challenges, uncertainties and demanding unwavering determination. 

Regrettably, her family proved to be unsupportive, each engrossed in their own pursuits, casting shadows on her chosen path. Torn between the secure conventional route and her dreams, she felt shattered under the weight of expectations.

In that vulnerable moment, a realization struck her—she alone held the reins to her dreams. However, the societal whispers and judgmental fingers held the power, influencing her subconsciously.

Amidst the chaos, seeking solace in a place of worship—a temple, she clutched two chits, one bearing her dreams and the other promising immediate growth through the conventional path. Seeking divine guidance, her heart brimmed with anticipation as she drew a chit.

The divine message suggested the familiar conventional path, promising immediate growth. Yet, in that moment, a silent but potent realization echoed within.

She felt disheartened by the choice presented by the divine forces, as it also appeared unsupportive of her aspirations. Had even one person, perhaps her life partner, offered support saying, "Pursue your dreams, I am here for you," she would have fearlessly embraced her aspirations.

Finally, a small chit emerged as the architect of her destiny.

Love Takes Over

As I sit down to write this letter, you are just a 4-year-old boy, eagerly preparing for a 10-day stay at grandparents' house for the Dussehra holiday.

Happy Family Enjoying a Picnic Together

When I first made the decision to send you to grandparents' home for this holiday, my uncertainties lingered. Your uncle had plans to pick you up from Bangalore, and I wondered if you would willingly join him and enjoy the 10 days without us.

But you were so eager and enthusiastic about the idea of spending time with grandparents, aunt's family, and cousins Raakshit and Sravantha. I watched you pack your little bag with such care, and every night, you slept with it right beside you. Your excitement was infectious. You even prepared pizza for your uncle, saved chocloates, cleaned the house, and made the beds for him, and it made me smile to see you so independent, even at such a tender age. 

Getting ready🌴 My little explorer carefully packing #FamilyVacation #TravelPrep

As a parent, I consciously made this decision because I wanted to teach independence through this. Above all, I want you to embrace the unconditional love that your grandparents and aunt's family are showering upon you and kindle the bond with cousin.

I will miss you for these ten days, but that's how life goes. I know, as a parent, I must be prepared for this. And then, when it is time for your graduation, you might have dreams that take you across the ocean. I will admit it or probably cry at the thought of you being so far away. But I must be strong, remembering that you are pursuing your dreams and becoming the person you want to be.

Again, One day, you will stumble upon the love of your life, tie the knot, and spread your wings. The thought of you leaving the nest is a hard pill for me to swallow, but I'll bear it because I realize it's a life's slice and crucial for your happiness and personal growth😄. Hence, As mother and son, we must learn to live independently, embracing life's core values like finding happiness within ourselves. Whether we stay with our loved ones or venture to new places, we should be adaptable.

Thinking about all this, I was hoping that when you wave bye now, I would be over the moon, thinking I would finally get a break from your mischief with the sensation that "pondati oorukku poita" (wife has gone to her maternal home), and I would be scream "my son oorukku poitan" (my son has gone to his grandsparents home)! 😂 #MomLife

But when I waved you goodbye and returned home, it was like a ghost town. The floors were as dry as a desert, missing your magical ability to turn them into a water wonderland. The walls cried out for your artistic touch, and I yearned for our heartwarming chats with your sweet, eye-blinking reactions. The house stood frozen in time, akin to a museum exhibit, with everything perfectly in its place. 😄🏡 We missed the sight of you rushing to the doorbell, eagerly anticipating a parcel or a visitor. The shelf I had tidied up remained shockingly neat, defying your playful nature. I always caution against bed-wetting, but when the bed stayed fresh, spotless, and fragrant, I couldn't help but miss you😄

My dear, hey, wait, I am the one missing you here! Do you really miss me? You have been so happy for the past week, not showing any signs of missing me. Of Course, every kid will go crazy when they have zero restrictions to dive into mounds of chocolate, binge-watch shorts on mobile devices, and, best of all, revel in maximum pampering! 😄🍫📺🛋️. So, I know you might not miss me! 😉 And I understand you were probably trying to escape from this "super spy strict mom." 🕵️‍♀️😂

However, as you bid goodbye, I glimpsed your face, and for a brief moment, it bore a wistful expression. It spoke volumes of the love you hold for us.

With all my love,

Your mamma