An Experience in Life
I can never forget those agonizing times. At times I ponder that what had actually made me so indifferent to life and nature in particular. I question myself that how could I throw away food without realizing its importance. I could have given it to a beggar out of anger. At least that could not have been counted as being wasted. I suppose I was very stubborn because I was spoiled being the only child. My mother took so much care so that I would stay away from any trouble. My father got me everything that I needed for myself. I never asked them if they needed anything for themselves. Everything seems to be so interconnected. It was as if some evil had gotten into me. The orange remained a permanent imprint on my mind because that was the first time I felt guilty of my deed. I made my mother cry. I did not realize that back then my father was going through a tough time at work and I was completely ignorant about it. I believe that this was a again a way opted by them to keep me happy and away from worries.
I fear that this habit is going to be transferred to our children as well. I fear that they will treat us bad despite the fact that we would provide for their comfort. I have repented for my deeds and I wish my parents have forgiven me. But I do hope this does not repeat again. I want them to understand the significance of everything in life. What we eat and wear is a blessing that not everyone has.