The weight of emptiness is unimaginable. I never assumed it could feel so heavy!

For a parent when a child flies off towards life, which we prepare him/her for, is a sweet and bitter moment. Sweetness of seeing him turn 18 years and begin a dream chapter of life. Bitterness pricks as he leaves your side.

I am happy as he is where he should be. But heartbroken that he is no longer at the corner of my sight.

Raising him has been like a breeze. While his leaving deserted my eyes.

A child is a memory, is something I realize when his shoes aren’t left behind.

Every side of home screams him and my heart aches unbearably.

I feel his joy daily, but my broken heart is undescribed.

New experience defines his day and night. A sense of emptiness seeing his bare room numbs my eyes.   

While he lives his dream in a new country, thousand miles away I lay awake in the middle of night.

He is overwhelmed with life; I am here experiencing an emotional turmoil.

His heart is filling with new memories, while mine is exploding.

Like a Zen, he is beautifully taking on every fight. Here I am busy taming my distressed mind.

Life is filling his lungs with sunshine. As a mother, I am left gasping for breath.

I am happy to send him many texts all the time, but I miss being called Maa a zillion times.

Like Kahil Gibran said ‘Your children are not yours. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.’ All this while I never felt the weight of his arrow as it was a pleasure to hold him tight, but surely now I feel the weight of an empty bow.