The post without a title .....

This post does not have a title. Not because I have run out of ideas or creative titles, but because not a single title I can think of, encompasses or represents what I am yet to say. Some times life just leaves you with spaces, and you realize you have no more colors to fill them with.
They say the most unadulterated form of love is that which a mother has for her child. They say that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. and when that love becomes adulterated, the world gets shattered. Fair enough.
Success, I am told, is a culmination of several factors, like hard work, continued persistent effort, market forces, upbringing and cultural legacy. But really, it is nothing to do with these. Eventually it boils down to, whom you love and who you are loved by. Sounds corny isn't it ?
I know this man, who has worked day and night, not for days or weeks but for over 15 yrs, to provide for his family, his parents.. to give his children the best possible education, but more than providing them with the best opportunities, he has himself served as an example of continued dedication for a cause he believed in, his principles guiding the children unwaveringly through out their lives, seeing them through their ups and downs. He gave up his job, and career, to take care of his aging parents, back home. The transition proved more difficult than he thought, he learnt to give in, value his parent's sentiments more than what he stood for.
But life is seldom smooth,right? Just when you think things are going fine, life decided to give him the first and (probably) the last blow. It gave a whole new meaning to "parents" and made him question their "love" for him. He is still duty-bound, but defeat is just 'round the corner.
Where has he gone wrong, I cannot tell. Some times even the most perfectly fit jigsaw puzzles need to be scrambled, de-cluttered, to give way to new ones.
He is trying to move on, the past catches up at times and at other times, the burden becomes unbearable. I cannot tell you how much it pains me to see him through this. Not because he is in pain, but because life seems to have hit the totally wrong person this time. The math of it, is just above me.
I fervently hope, coz hope is all that I can do, hope that there is a new and a better meaning to this, the slate has been empty for too long, I hope the end, makes the means worthy.