Mother is a word that transcends any definition. It is far too big yet a five lettered word which cannot be spaced in any lexicon under the sun. Nor its essence can ever be realized by any metaphor.
Few days back, in the capital city Bhubaneswar in Odisha, in a nerve wrecking incident a tragic picture played out in the media where a parent killed themselves after killing their child.
But such moving accounts of human passion fail to have their place in the priorities of the Media of the day. They pass like page three incidents and get buried under the rush for Prime Times.
What must have been the factor forcing them to take such an extreme step still remains in the haze of imaginations.
But what has struck million hearts in this sordid yet tragic act was, that the Mother before hanging herself, had her little dead daughter sheltered on her shoulder.
The picture reveals a kind of oxymoron made of suicidal outburst and a spontaneous and murderous nerve to kill their own child.
But what left many perplexed and wandering through the tracks of emotion was that, what made the mother let her dead daughter lying on her shoulder when hanging herself to death!
It is a love that dares beyond the anatomy of all love on earth, a load of circumstantial disorder and triumph of a undefinable love hidden in the comforting bosom of a Mother.
She must have imagined solace for the child in her death and safety for the child after her(mother’s) own death and no psychologist on earth can ever know about the mental condition then.
When she knew she would not be there anymore, yet she could not escape the torments of memory that, her child was no more and she had ceased to feel her love and protection.
She, in the mother within her, symbolized the motherly love knowing the outcome of a fatalistic end of death. So, she allowed herself to be carried away by an emotional break that her child would rest in peace on the shoulders of a mother.
