It was long long ago. My son was 2 and a half years old. Me and him were waiting for his pre-school bus in the ground floor of our building in Muscat.( We were not fighting. Because back then, he did not think his mom and dad are two outdated old people who do not know anything. and who are there for the sole purpose of cooking and cleaning for him and giving him money.)
Then there came a sudden cool breeze. My son said, it feels as if we are in Hasaragod. This is the name of native village of my husband. I was surprised, the hawa ko zhoka, reminded him of his country and his place. And he was just 2 and a half.
So are we born with pride, longing and respect for our mathru bhoomi?
Now like any teenager, he says he will never be in India, after his education. This phase will pass.
Then there came a sudden cool breeze. My son said, it feels as if we are in Hasaragod. This is the name of native village of my husband. I was surprised, the hawa ko zhoka, reminded him of his country and his place. And he was just 2 and a half.
So are we born with pride, longing and respect for our mathru bhoomi?
Now like any teenager, he says he will never be in India, after his education. This phase will pass.
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