In 2013, when we adopted three-month-old Chiku and Chini (pet dogs), they were actually separated from their four siblings and parents. When we took them out, their mother barked for a long time, which meant that she was opposed to adopting the children, but the same night when we took them back, she welcomed us and began to wag her tail. She started (way of saying thank you) and immediately started licking the babies - this is the way of animals to caress their babies. For the next 15 days, we would pick him up every morning from his maternal home (where he was born) and bring him to his in-laws' house (our home) and then drop him back at night to play with his siblings.
With the passing of the day, the time spent in the in-laws house increased. On the ninth day they refused to stay at the maternal home for the night and the mother did not even come to see where the children were going. Then he started going to his maternal home during the day and would come back to our place after playing with the rest for two hours. From 15 days onwards he would go once a week again, this sequence continued for a month and after that once in every three months. Even today, after nine years, when we pass by, we drop them at their maternal homes for a few minutes. I loved seeing him enter new relationships (with us) without breaking the old relationship (parents' house). Even among his six siblings, Cheeku Chini only visits his parents regularly!
Parents always remain parents. Today if I exist in this beautiful world and witness human development since last six decades it is only because of my parents who created me, fed me nutritious food to make me physically fit, so that So that I could work without any major illness, sent me to school-college filled with knowledge, so that I can be skilled and do well in this business world, taught me emotional social skills, so that I can be polite with others and be able to be my own To create a society where I am respected, to tell me moral stories so that I can differentiate between good and bad, not only for me and my family but for the whole society.
This personal experience comes to my mind because this week I have received several emails from people asking why I am silent on the heinous murder of my partner Shraddha Walker by Aftab Poonawalla.
I feel very bad for Shraddha, but I am also wondering what was the reason that she told the parents, "I am 25 years old and I have every legal right to make my own decisions and now I am your daughter." No more..There is no such thing as 'I am yours now' in relation to parents and children, in every DNA of our body, in every character and in every habit of our childhood, not only our parents but grandparents and There is a part of many ancestors. I personally believe that poor Shraddha could not seek help from her parents after being harassed by Aftab, that is probably because she must have taken her words 'Main aapki nahi...' seriously to the poor girl. Now it will never be known that old relationships (parents) are the foundation of our life and later on we fly away somewhere so that we can build our dream house (new relationship) on that foundation.
