Empty nest (short story , adult entry)

Empty nest

Today, for the first time in nearly two decades, I didn’t have enough clothes to run a full washing machine load. There are no shoes lying around or shoe marks in the hall. No bits of paper. No noise of a video game console in the middle of night. No getting up early to make tiffin. No dropping off or picking up from places. No more scheduling of my day around anyone. No hugs and kisses to convince me for demands. My home is same as it was last night or the day before……. People would  say that there are two chapters in the life of a parent ,  house with kids and house  after kids go to university. It sunk only when I came back to  the  empty nest, after dropping off my son to university.

The silence in the house was deafening and nothing helped to over come the vacuum.  I intentionally throw his clothes and shoes here and there in the house to feel his presence. My phone is on me at all  times, least I miss his message or call.

It’s difficult not to think and worry about your kid, when for so many years your life rotated around him. Whatever I might do, I am always thinking of him. And I  always pray for his well being. 

Though it’s not easy for either of the parent when their child is away, a mother is always connected to the child with some unseen umbilical cord.

The Mind understands that my baby is grown up and he is his own person, but for the heart, it’s not easy to let it go. I think, I’ll learn to live with him not being around in due time.

From the time a child is born, parents do their best towards providing a good life, good education and a promising future. For parents the biggest achievement is to see their children to be there, wherever they want to be. We are happy if our children are happy. My son is my inspiration. He is my editor too. Whenever I write a poem or story, he is the one who makes the corrections. While he was in university I wrote a poem remembering him: 




The two most powerful warriors are patience and time

Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters 

Life isn’t a matter of milestones but of moments 

The way we spend time defines who we are

The trouble is you think you have time

But Time waits for no one 

It doesn’t change us, time just unfolds us

Time is a great healer, but a poor beautician 

Be patient, good things take time

The most precious resource we all have is time 

The bad news is time flies, the good news is you are the pilot

Time is free, but it’s priceless 

You cannot own it, but you can use it

You can’t keep it, but you can spend it 

Once you have lost it, you can never get it back

You can’t turn back the clock, but you can wind it up again

The key is in not spending time, but in investing it 

There is no right time in life, there is just time 

And you got to choose what to do with it

When my child was born, I thought I have enough time

But time just flew, though it brought something new each hour

It’s hard to see your child grow up and leave you behind

But at the same time you are so proud of all their accomplishments

There is no way to freeze time and keep your child little forever 

Instead, you must love them and enjoy them as much as you can, today 

Because tomorrow they will be a little older.

So love them a little more, before they are not little anymore.






Today my happiness knows no bounds, my son is coming home after 2 ½ months. This is the longest   I have ever  stayed  without him. I have made the list of his favourite food I am going to make. We will go shopping together and to his favourite restaurants as well. When I saw him at the airport I couldn’t stop my tears. My house got its life back. Every day I made his favourite dishes for breakfast and  other meals. Lot of his friends were also around for winter break. He got to meet up with all of them. The  highlight of the trip was  he got his drivers license just one day before he was going back, which he couldn’t apply for before going to university as he was not 18 years old then.

Days felt shorter with him being around and before I knew it was time for him to go back to his life, his university which is 13342 km away. I am a proud mother for my child living his dream and working hard to make it reality. He is of course facing challenges, as any kid would staying in the hostel away from home. We got really worried when he had an episode of a skin allergy due to  pollens in the university area. He had to miss lectures and had to rush to emergency care. Thank God he got well with timely treatment. Once again, we felt helpless when he had high fever, but kids learn to manage. It’s amazing to watch how your child becomes so responsible and sensible. As we learn from our own experiences, they do too. Thanks to technology and the internet, we can reach out to each other anytime. Wherever he might go, he will always be in my heart and my blessings be with him.




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