Things that change. Things that don't.

Wanna go back -

In time where sorrows melted

And fell on mother's lap.

There was a time when everything was centered around our mother. Remember? And now things have changed a bit; or may be a bit  too much. New people got added into our lives, new lives to relate, new places to go without her. And it struck me last day that, our mothers grow bitter because of our own ways. They have a hard time adjusting to the fact that we are independant. To them we have not grown up. 

And to be truthful, we haven't actually grown up that much. We still cry, still laugh out loud, still dance senselessly. But we don't do it at home. We are afraid that our parents may mistake it. Where did we get that idea?

It is the way society functions isn't it? 

It is the way we have seen it.

It is the way families were shown in movies. 

And from the day we joined pre-school we are forced to grow-up. Grow up to be independant. To own a car and a new house. What did we miss so that we are so worried about life? That innocence of our childhood days, the way we could hug our friend tight and love them effortlessly. That happiness of kissing your mom before going to school. All that silly-simple things. How could we let ourselves to be stubborn enough to let that 'us' die?? And may be when we find an answer, we will understand why our parents were sad because of us. And again the same old cycle repeats.