Holding hands!

This is a tag that has been lying in my drafts for a very long time.Why?Because,Usha Pisharody,the person who tagged me has expressed herself so beautifully on the topic that a lot of my time was spent pondering and contemplating what to contribute from my end.Please read her here.
And to top it up,my mother did her own version of the tag here and made a simple gesture of holding hands so much more meaningful.

Now after a lot of thought here I am,with my take on the subject.It may not be much of a shake to read about.Nonetheless I’ve tried my best.Sorry,Usha,for this delay.
By now you must have guaged what the tag is about.Yes,its about holding hands and what it signifies to me.

Wikipedia says
Two or more people voluntarily hold hands for one of the following reasons and purposes:

in various rituals:
handshake
in certain religious services, to pray
in various occult rituals
to express friendship or love
to enjoy physical intimacy (not necessarily of erotic character)
for emotional support
to guide (a child, a blind person, in darkness, etc.)
to urge to follow
to keep together (in a crowd or in darkness)
to help the other walk, stand or climb up
to dance
to arm wrestle

Holding hands,for me,signifies what it is,in regard with the four most important people in my life…

With my parents
Its from them that I learnt to hold hands.They held my hands,as a child to give me the strength and assurance to surge ahead in life.And in the process,a sense of security that even if I fell they would be there to pull me up and guide me to becoming a better person.
Today when I’ve long come out of their shell,become a wife and a mother,there are times when I yearn to be pampered and cuddled.Thats when Achan&Amma hold me close and make me feel like a child again.

With my husband
When we started our journey,Ravs & I held our hands together to tell each other we’ll always be there for each other through thick and thin.We will live each other for and despite what we are.And after all these years we continue to support and compliment each other.Even at times of despair we hold on to each other to give each a sense of comfort.

With my daughter
When I hold her hands I realise how connected she is to me,a part of me.How the roles have reversed.How,now,its a departure,for me,from being guided by my parents to being a guide to my precious little.As I hold her hands I tell her,’Namnam,I may not decide your goal for you,but I do assure you that your father and I will be there to guide you in every which way possible to take the right path towards the goal you choose and support you all along.

Here,I tag the following fellow bloggers as I’m sure it will be a treat to read their views on the subject:

A
Bedazzled
NaplervilleMom
Piper
Ra
Reflections
Renu
Solilo
Sunder
VJ
Wordjunkie

On that note,here’s wishing each and everyone of you visiting my page,a very Happy Valentine’s Day.Let us lock our hands together,stay united and spread as much love as possible.’Cos only then will the world know peace.

NOTE:I’m not able to attach the image of the child properly,as a result the alignment is all hay-wire.Sorry,people,for this distorted view.Hope you have a enjoyable read though:P!