Love is a beautiful fear

I witnessed a strange sight today. A Strange realisation.A restoration of faith. On my way back home, boldly facing the tormenting sun, I got a glimpse of a lady with a child. The child looked joyful and happy. The mother looked strong. Stronger than the sun maybe. She held her daughter's hand and almost dragged her. Dragged her? The girl was willingly dragged. Her shoes were covered with a film of brown mud. A coating. A cast. Her gait seemed forced. Her hair matted with oil and her dress looked a bit shabby. The mother had a  black umbrella which was casting a giant shadow and she had a hard time to manage both. She is the ultimate protector. The dusty, busy and loud streets had no time for the pair. Cars and buses were honking there way. Give space. Give way. A haunting metropolitan beast.
Amidst all the hullabaloo, the mother held her daughter's hand strong. The shadow of the umbrella and the mother seemed majestic. Shadows are mostly treated as entities of fear. But this shadow is a blessing. The girl had a stick in her hand. An ice cream stick. She had this shimmer on her face, perspiration and happiness.Contentment.A golden shimmer.
The girl is a Special Child. By special I mean, God created her different. Different in the sense that she finds happiness in simple things.
But, what about the mother? Day after day, long nights, bad days, what is in her that makes her do the same thing over and over again. I think it is love. Love is a beautiful fear. Fear of losing that shimmer.Period.

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