I know what most of you might be thinking, an untold love story? Yes you are right. This is a love story that I have not told anyone and would never want to forget. Pushpa...I still remember her for the tight hugs and unending kisses. So much love...just that I could not realize at that time, because I was only 4 years old. Sorry if I have watered down your enthusiasm in the story :). Pushpa was my house maid when I was a kid, she was always there from the time I remember my childhood. Taking care of me everyday, even in the troubled times when my parents' marriage was on the rocks.
Pushpa - short, dark, always smiling, with a funny accent and eyes full of love. A picture I would keep as long as my last brain cell is alive. Wish I was a painter, I could have painted her picture and show Pushpa to the world. I remember her brushing my teeth, bathing me, feeding me and putting me to bed but then suddenly she was gone. I don't have any memories of her, for some period of my life, as if someone had erased some part of my memory. Did she quit working at my place or did I just didn't remember? I don't know.
Pushpa did come back on a Sunday evening, with fruits, hugs, kisses and lots of love. Wished me luck and asked me about my problems. She was there patiently listening to my rant about every little thing. How difficult could it be?....if you have young kids, you know what I am talking about :). Every time she used to promise me she will pray to God for me and tell God about all my problems. She used to assure me everything will be alright. Every time she used to shower me with kisses, I used to shrug her off, didn't realize the enormity of that love. Also never realized I would cherish and crave for those moments rest of my life.
This saga of love continued many Sundays, so many that I didn't want to be disturbed during my play time to meet her. But my dad or sister would goad me into it. But after some time she stopped coming. Many Sundays passed without her visits. No one told me what happened to her. I could only faintly remember many years later that every time she visited she was looked more and more sick. I just don't want to think about what happened to her. She is with me and always will be alive in my memories.
Now when I recollect those moments, I wish I was little more matured than I was at that time. Could I have shown more affection or displayed the love I had for her in a more visible manner, may be a just a couple of words "thanks for coming every week" or "thanks for all the love" or may be "I love you so much". I feel sorry for my indifference towards Pushpa, but she wouldn't mind, she would still love me the same.
Pushpa....which ever world you are in...I want you to know that I love you and I miss you. Thanks for coming into my life and giving me so many fond memories. I wish I could have done more....
With lots of love....Kiran Babu (as she used to call me)
Pushpa - short, dark, always smiling, with a funny accent and eyes full of love. A picture I would keep as long as my last brain cell is alive. Wish I was a painter, I could have painted her picture and show Pushpa to the world. I remember her brushing my teeth, bathing me, feeding me and putting me to bed but then suddenly she was gone. I don't have any memories of her, for some period of my life, as if someone had erased some part of my memory. Did she quit working at my place or did I just didn't remember? I don't know.
Pushpa did come back on a Sunday evening, with fruits, hugs, kisses and lots of love. Wished me luck and asked me about my problems. She was there patiently listening to my rant about every little thing. How difficult could it be?....if you have young kids, you know what I am talking about :). Every time she used to promise me she will pray to God for me and tell God about all my problems. She used to assure me everything will be alright. Every time she used to shower me with kisses, I used to shrug her off, didn't realize the enormity of that love. Also never realized I would cherish and crave for those moments rest of my life.
This saga of love continued many Sundays, so many that I didn't want to be disturbed during my play time to meet her. But my dad or sister would goad me into it. But after some time she stopped coming. Many Sundays passed without her visits. No one told me what happened to her. I could only faintly remember many years later that every time she visited she was looked more and more sick. I just don't want to think about what happened to her. She is with me and always will be alive in my memories.
Now when I recollect those moments, I wish I was little more matured than I was at that time. Could I have shown more affection or displayed the love I had for her in a more visible manner, may be a just a couple of words "thanks for coming every week" or "thanks for all the love" or may be "I love you so much". I feel sorry for my indifference towards Pushpa, but she wouldn't mind, she would still love me the same.
Pushpa....which ever world you are in...I want you to know that I love you and I miss you. Thanks for coming into my life and giving me so many fond memories. I wish I could have done more....
With lots of love....Kiran Babu (as she used to call me)
wow a wonderful story.
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