Parents

In life there are few things which are precious. One of them are our parents. Today when i dropped them in the station, i realised that. My father and I watched with amazement and awe the long line of passengers who waited in the scorching sun to get a seat in the general compartment. We remembered the days when both of us had to sit inside the toilet to travel to Jullunder to get my engineering admission..those were the days!!.. it brought back memories of all the sacrifices which our parents have done and will do to take care of us..the children. Still when we grow up..we sometimes find their presence irritating and sometimes we do feel little uncomfortable..we forget all those days and nights of struggle which they must have gone through...in some sense we have become selfish and self centered... we keep forgetting past!! we forget we too have kids and they too will grow up soon.... i am feeling guilty today for not able to understand and accept our parents as they are... i realise i have Long way to go before i stop feeling like this..