Parents

One day I was sitting in my study room reading a book. On my table there were many things spread around. Some books, scraped pages, pencils, erasers, sharpeners, paper clips, paper pins and many more. While read I felt like sleepy and starting dozing. May be I was half sleep when I heard a dialogue between a pencil and Eraser.

Pencil:        I'm sorry.

Eraser:       For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil:        I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser:       That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my assigned job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad dear. 

Suddenly I got up from the somber of sleep and started thinking about the dialogue I had just listened. I found the dialogue between the pencil and the eraser very inspiring. Gave it a second thought and a strange analogy came to my mind.

I thought Parents are like the ERASER & Children are the PENCIL. Parents are always there for their children, cleaning up their follies and mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt but still remain determined to clean up taking it as their moral binding. In the process they become smaller, older, and eventually pass away. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse) but parents are still happy with what they do for their children and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying or sad.

All my life, I've been the PENCIL. And it pains me to see the ERASER that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

May THE ERASERS live longer & THE PENCILS write good things