The Swing

Everything looks just the same. Just how it was a few summers ago. Time seems to have stood still ever since.

The trees, those shrubs by the seesaw, are still green. Pristine. Flowers, so many of them, all bright. This burst of colours still hits you as you pass through the gates. Red, yellow, orange, purple, pink and white, all at once. All together, all still beautiful.


This playground reverberates with innocence today just like it did back then. Children running around, playing, crying, talking. The sounds are still so sweet and full of promise. Faces full of joy. And at every few steps; mothers, nannies and sometimes fathers too, stand, keeping a watchful eye on their children. And then those couples in love, spending some precious moments together. A playground is full of memories, full of warmth and love.


I can’t believe it still feels the same today, that you are here with me.


It might as well be so actually. It might as well be that you and I have been here all along. Never left. Never.


Your laughter, as I pushed you on the swing, still soothes my ears. I can still hear you in this lovely enclosure. Yes, I can.


The swing. Yes, where is that swing you so loved? Where?


Oh, there it is. Just the same. I can still take a whiff of your scent if I stand next to it, you know?


Molly’s swing they called it, for you never allowed anyone near it in your presence. Yes, even ignoring those stares from the children’s mothers. Well, looks like in your absence too, it continues to be Molly’s swing. Your swing.


I can’t help but look for you. My eyes wander in search of your familiar face. Your long curly tresses, your dimpled cheeks, and your endearing smile. I love you so much that without you, days are just minutes waiting to pass. Empty and meaningless minutes. An endless wait to see you again. Be with you. Again.


Who would have known, eh Molly? Who would have known that I could fall so hopelessly in love? Those moments with you, especially in this very park surrounded by innocence and joy, were my happiest.


I wish you didn’t have to go. I wish we could have stayed here forever, You and I. I wish time had really stood still. Maybe it has for me. I wish it had been for you too.


I wish you had never grown up, that you had never left the nest for college.


Oh my darling daughter, I wish you were still a baby. I wish you were here with me.


I know it’s very selfish of me to say or even think so but I’m helpless against my heart. I miss you. Never realized how all the time passed by so soon. When did you grow up, love? When did you grow up, chicken?


Remember that summer afternoon, when you and I had come to the park for a stroll? Remember? 


You in your blue dress and pink ribbons on your pigtails. Your smile from that day, as I pushed you on that swing, is still so vivid in my mind. Etched in my heart and soul really. A smile that reached your eyes and spread to everyone else around you. I can still hear the music in your laughter from that day. So close, almost within my reach. So in the present. Eternal.


Don’t ever lose that smile, my darling. Don’t ever, no matter what. But if you do, yes, if you do and need to find it again, I will be right here waiting for you by your swing. Your mother will be right by your swing, my dear.

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19 thoughts on “The Swing”

  1. Oh Nabanita what a beautiful post it brought tears to my eyes. I feel the same with my children – where did the time go. Fortunately, I have a gorgeous 2 year old grandson who has brought me constant joy and I can relive memories through him. #FridayReflections.

  2. Love this, Naba. What makes it especially poignant is the fact that I think you're putting yourself in your Mom's place and yet you're writing it for little M too. ♥

  3. This felt almost like a love song. A beautiful flow of love, from mother to daughter. Beautiful!

  4. I probably have less than a decade to be at this stage of life. Your post makes me want to cuddle them as much as I can. There are times, even now, when I wonder why did they have to grow up. Enjoy reading your parenting posts as much as I enjoyed your other posts, Naba! Enjoy every bit of this wonderful journey. Lots of Love to M. 🙂

  5. Aah!! It was lovely reading this post. How life changes? Until a few months ago, you were in Molly's place flying and living out of your mother's nest and today you place yourself in your mother's shoes imagining your little Molly taking wings. It is a fiction but a reality for many at present and for us in future. I will be waiting by the side of the slide for my son, only that I will not be staying at my current place for long.

  6. The post is just too heart-warming, Naba! 🙂

    You've brought out each and every emotion that parents feel as their children grow up fabulously. Loved this post!

  7. Oh how beautifully have you written this, Naba! Already I feel that my kid is growing up too fast. We watch his baby/toddler videos again and again all the time. When he leaves for college how I will manage I can't bear to think!

  8. What a lovely one. I also get the feeling that time is flying by so fast and I am sure as a new Mum you are already thinking of that. Very sweet one Nabanita.

  9. Emotionally striking piece! Loved the feel of it. This is something all parents have to face, the time spent with their children is just never enough. Time flies.

  10. I was teary eyed while reading this. My daughter too is in mumbai and I miss her so much. When I see a small girl's dress I always wish she was small and the way she held my hand when we went to out. O those beautiful times, now to get her to hug me also is so difficult, their teenage whims and airs ufff!!!Lovely read.

  11. You painted a picture, and one that was a treat to the imagination. Poignant, yet joyful. Very vivid. Very beautiful. 🙂 I hope you get the featured post for this round of Friday Reflections, Naba. This post deserves it.

  12. Such a beautiful post Naba…love the vivid imagery and descriptions. It's also a lovely letter to a daughter. Kids grow up far too soon.

  13. Hey Nabanita, I love it the way you portray the pain behind the empty nests. Nice read as always.

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