Have you ever been treated in this manner?

My father always told me “Never Tell Your Weakness To Any One”.  He was afraid that if I told it, people would take advantage of it.   As I grew up I understood how true he was!  

I understand now, every thing need not be told.  The people who are close to you, with whom you spend time, gradually come to know about your secret fears and weaknesses.   How many of them have really never used that knowledge against you for some pleasure or for blackmailing you?  

 As a young child there was always a hidden fear of getting lost, losing my parents.  In the morning after waking up it was very important for me that I should see the face of one of my parents.  My father always religiously gave me all the support. Waking up in the morning the moment I opened my eyes I would see his smiling face, confirming me that every thing was fine and his touch on my head full of blessings, that there was nothing to fear.  I can still feel the touch on my head at the moment of crisis.

I spent my early childhood in a joint family, a huge family of 30/35 members, all quite friendly.   My mother would send us (my two brothers & I) for an afternoon nap after we returned from school.  Now in the afternoon my father was in his office so it was necessary for me to see my mother.   It was not that she always remained sitting beside my bed, but I always ran to give her a hug after waking up.  The touch was very important for me.  One day after waking up I just could not find her.  I ran from this room to that room asking every body about her.   There were so many rooms in that old house.   None could tell me about her.  I was getting panicky, did not know what to do. I checked the kitchen, toilet, storerooms (a few very dark), and all bedrooms, even checked under the beds, terrace - - - - - - -- - -just did not know what to do.  At last thought of seeing the attic where the old toys of all the children were kept.  It was dark in side, I was too small to reach the switchboard, could not switch on the light, but it was important  for me to search my lost mother.   Now I was crying and calling “Ma, ---ma”, fumbling the toys there and suddenly I touched her, yes it was she, there was no mistaking, even in the dark I clung to her, to my surprise she was giggling.  She carried me out of the attic.  I was sobbing and my cousins were laughing.  So, they all knew about it.  It was a game for them and a mini death for me. 

Well, my brothers after waking up either they helped themselves or got what ever they wanted from any of the aunts present, who very gladly came to their help.  Even that day when my mother hid, they did not bother and waste their playtime.

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