It seems it's not only Delhi being helped by the number game, but the odd-even rule could be for couples too. I am taking part in the #LaundryGoesOddEven Challenge by Ariel India at BlogAdda. It was fun trying the product with calendar dates which means pre-set responsibilities. Try it and see for yourself!
The new generation, I am not talking about the generation next to me or even the one after that, I am pointing out to the generation of kids to any parents. Yes, this new generation, parent's progeny are often impatient and always in a hurry. The older generation, the parents are weak and old. The one who taught us how to walk, we don't have time to take a walk with them. We are busy, earning our money, too occupied in our struggles, in our progeny and network, and myriads of innumerous tasks that are unending. But what is ending every moment is the remains of the youth or energy within our old parents. They keep getting older by seconds. We, the new generation too.
Give a thought, what do they ask? Riches, wealth, car, furniture! No, they just ask for a moment of togetherness with us, they want to smile and laugh with us and only demand attention and respect. The new generation can't even give them this? Is it the upbringing they received? Start this Mother's day with a solemn pledge and a staunch thought to care for the mothers (and fathers) you have neglected, spoken to in high volume and thought them as inexperienced with modern ways of life. They need you, today more than ever!
"At least they are happy", Bibhu Sharma's story!
Image and Video Source: HelpAge India, #WhySupportElders
You left me alone One more time Like last time and the times before.
The mad lover in me Every time broken Picks her pieces Still tries to find you In the shattered pieces of my heart.
The shards of memories Shine like diamond But pain immeasurable From every angle Showing me glimpses of time Spent madly thinking of you Often Day dreaming Every possible moment.
What it takes for u To throw me away from your life Your ease is my agony Our separation my fate But like a phoenix arising out of ashes Should my hope never die? I write one last time all my love Yes, I kiss it with all my heart.
My audacity as you may call I no longer wait for you to come back To kindle once again what we had, To start once again A life full of true love! But today I make a solemn promise The fire which burnt my soul The love which spirited my being Left me bereft, naked in my own eyes Never to trust anyone else Again Ever again....
