Back to pune...

Hi everybody, hope u people are good upon. Well I came back to Pune, again into my whole own world where I have to do everything on my own. Unlike home where I just order to my mommy and every ordered thing is there on my side. Here I have to go for restaurant for food where I am paying for each bite but then also the owner is not listening to me properly, but at home I am not paying anything then also mom is forcing me to eat every single bite in my plate. Sometimes I feel how much I depend upon my parents; they are protecting me in each and every way. What happen when I own have to carry out this life forward? It really makes me nervous, but at the same time more prudent and tough. Whenever I have any problem I just call my father, he gives me the best advice without any kind of animosity and selfishness. Every day they are growing older leaving behind this world, teaching me the talent and an art of surviving in this world. I am worried and tensed that whether I could be able to survive without them, and after years they will be not here, then with whom will I ask and share my problems. Who will be there to give me this purest form of advice in this world? Who will support me or will I have to live the remaining life all alone? These are the things which really make me worried, sometimes it gives strength and sometimes it makes me weak. With this thought and repercussion, I always pray to Allah (sweet), and only one answer comes in my mind that, it is the way of life, nature made it like this and I have to bear with it. Life teaches everything, may be at this point of time I am worried about my stand in this life or may be after a decade I will be in a same position like my father and directing my children the way he does. It is the cycle of life, and I think the burden goes to Allah SWT, He has given us this life, and so He has a responsibility to show us the right path and makes us to follow that path. But beside we too have some responsibility and it is the responsibility of hard work. We definitely get the fruits but only in that manner in which we sown and wanted it to be. This whole life is a race track; those parallel lines on track are parents, who always guide us to be in that line to win the race, but some of us get distracted and break the lines to reach fast track but then distorted from the track.