Never let go…

This is like an epidemic. No..no I am not talking about plague but tags. It is everywhere. So much that when I blog hop now I dread to see one.  As a newbie blogger I loved it at first but as they say, too much of anything is bad.

With this thought what do you expect me to do? Write a different post, right? Naah! I jump on the bandwagon and do a tag myself.  *trying to hide my face*

I was tagged by Deeps sometime back to write about my thoughts on holding hands. The exact question is

‘What does holding hands mean to me’

My mother to me: You are part of me. I will love you everlastingly.

The first time my mom held me and took my fist to plant a kiss. I don’t remember it but I can definitely envisage it. It meant that I didn’t need any introduction.  She felt me every single day inside her. I could sense her too. Her holding hand was further confirmation of what I meant to her. When I hold my mom’s hands it is to fortify the promise that I will always be there for her just like she is for me.

My father to me: Daughters are forever; I’m so glad you’re mine.

When dad held my hand and walked slowly as I took my first steps, it was a promise to look after me. I knew I could never fall because my dad was there to support me. It made me secure and still helps to face life’s challenges better. When I hold my dad’s hands it is to fortify the promise that I will always be there for him just like he is for me.

I to my brother: we are bonded for life by nature.

The first time I laid eyes on that tiny wiggly thing, I hated the very sight of him but then he clenches my fingers and we were bonded for life. This quote aptly describes us “we know one another’s faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar”.

(My husband and me) Our promise to each other: When they ask me what I liked best, I will tell them it was you.

I knew I was his forever when the first time my other half gently but firmly cupped his hand with mine. It was the promise to be with me for eternity. On a tired evening we don’t need to utter a word and then he grasp my hand with a gentle squeeze cures every ache in my heart.

I to my daughter: You are  my angel sent from above to fill my heart with unending love.

The first time I held her little pink fist it was a miracle which was part of me. Each day when I wake her up with a kiss and hold her hands I find a zeal to do better in life for her.

To friends: Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.

The quote says it all. Holding hands with friends means I am there for them always.

To all those unknown faces reading this: Let us hold hands and unite to make a difference and bring positive change.

I am tagging everyone who reads this. What does holding hands mean to you?