He stood in the balcony, eyes filled with tears and looked down at the beautiful woman,whom he loved more than any thing else in this world, walking away with her new found love in her arms. She turned and looked up at him and gave him the most beautiful smile as she waved good bye. His heart throbbed. He wanted to call out to her and say “Please don’t leave me! Don’t go, what will I do without you?! I need you !” But he was choked & no words came out of his lips, he was heart broken , his heart ached , while tears just kept rolling down his cheeks. This was the first time his heart was broken, the first time he felt real pain, the very first time he felt the intense feeling of jealousy , jealousy that left him with a feeling of silent rage, it was like a fire burning inside him which even his tears couldn’t put out, tormenting him,. His mind kept searching for an answer, how could she do this to him ! Leave him for some one who had just come into her life a few months ago, it was not fair, just not fair at all.He was jealous of the new love which she had in her life.
Soon she was out of his sight. Then he yelled out, “I want her back, I can’t live without her! Please bring her back for me!” The ones around him tried to console him, that he shouldn’t worry, they told him she’d be back very soon, that she really loved him. All their consoling and trying to comfort him just didn’t work. He sobbed till there were no more tears left, and he fell asleep when he was totally exhausted.
Soon she was out of his sight. Then he yelled out, “I want her back, I can’t live without her! Please bring her back for me!” The ones around him tried to console him, that he shouldn’t worry, they told him she’d be back very soon, that she really loved him. All their consoling and trying to comfort him just didn’t work. He sobbed till there were no more tears left, and he fell asleep when he was totally exhausted.
The year 1957, the month December, I was hardly a little over 2 years old at the time. The beautiful woman, my mother, was leaving with my little baby brother in her arms, he must have been about 5 - 6 months old at that time. She was leaving me for the first time, and that too for a few days, to go to Cal ( Calcutta ,now Kolkata ) for some Christmas shopping . But how can a 2 year old’s heart understand all this, all the pain? The fear & all those tears and most of all this burning rage & jealousy I experienced towards my little brother? YES THAT’S ME, I WAS THE JEALOUS ONE.
This is one of most poignant memories I have of my childhood which I can still recall, it’s almost 54 years since this happened but its still very vivid, and real. I can see my mother, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, there's no one like her in this whole universe.And I loved her and still love her till this day. But when ever I think of that particular day, I can still feel the pain, the heart-ache, the rage, the jealousy. I guess, I’m still the jealous one.