Power of Touch

In response to Daily Prompt’s Power of Touch

I was watching the new show on Netflix yesterday called ‘Master of None’ by Aziz Ansari. In that particular episode, titled ‘Parents’ , Asian/Indian parents/parenting was portrayed. I could relate to it A LOT and I would confidently say many such as me would relate to it. In a scene, they talk about how Asian parents never hug or touch their kids in anyway. This is something I have lamented about my own many a time. My mom recoils if I even touch her accidentally and she kind of takes pride in that and finds (I think) the concept of touch kind of gross. I would find it extremely weird and thought maybe that is how it is supposed to be. So I don’t really have memories rushing in related to touch and childhood.

But things changed when I got to high school and college (No no, don’t let your imagination soar, I am from a very conservative society so the touches I am talking here are handshakes and hugs from close friends!). But growing up with almost no touch I found it weird to even shake hands with people in general and at the end of high school , I think it got better.

Then came college where the awkwardness loosened and hugs with friends seemed pretty common . The positive thing being, when I think of touch all the memories do come rushing in about the fun I had had with the closest friends (who still are) in my life. And it only got better during grad school.

And now many a time memories with touch comfort me. Being in a long-distance relationship (LDR) with R is probably one of the best experiences in life. No I don’t exactly support it, LDRs suck but they also teach you of appreciating what you don’t have. What a hug everyday doesn’t bring out is brought out when you receive the same every few months. It taught me the power of touch and how that enhances your relationship with anyone. I hug my friends, family, my nephew and nieces and anyone who needs it. I hold anyone’s hand who are in need of comfort and love.

There is a lot that can be conveyed via touch which cannot be expressed through words. That reassuring squeeze on your shoulder, those fingers interlocking your hand, that warm hug, that tight hug, that warm tight hug, that shoulder to cry on, that lap to rest your head, just the very minimal touch with your dear one next to you doing your own thing, did I mention hug?

So yes hugs rock , any good touch makes a lot of difference in your quality of life. What is the touch that affects you the most? And what do you miss? or wish to experience? Let me know 🙂

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’


13 thoughts on “Power of Touch

  1. Lovely Janani, and so true of Indian parents!

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  2. Touch is one feeling that makes one feel the warmth.
    You have embarked upon an important aspect of life.
    Do read my “Distant Heart” poem which does not relate to touch but it may touch your Heart.

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  3. Thank you Madhvi 🙂


  4. I totally empathise with this, and am with you on this post Janani. A cent percent.

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  5. Hugs do rock but honestly I prefer any kind of tactile touch with my wife-holding hands, a hug, the head on the shoulder. I think what I prefer the most is the full on hug, or the warm tight hug as you mentioned. We weren’t a hugging family growing up really, but I think we were comfortable than your family was growing up. Later on, when I struck out on my own, my best friends always greeted me with full on hugs, and because I am not so tall, they can be overpowering sometimes, but in a pleasing way. You definitely feel an easing of whatever tension when you do. Now I like to share that and it has happened when even if I meet someone for the first time and have a good conversation, I don’t leave until I give at least one of those half way between a handshake and a hug. Which seems right to me!

    You bring up such interesting points in your blogs Janani. Things I never consider, or would never even consider writing about. That’s why I like to comment, because they are so engaging. Well done 🙂

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    • Thanks a lot Rob! You made my day 🙂 I think we overlook small things in life which mean something bigger to others. I guess I am attempting to tap it maybe?

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      • Aww my pleasure 🙂 I think you are right on both counts. I can’t imagine the extent of what you described about your mom but I think you are definitely tapping into it. On my worst day, a simple touch of the hand to the largest hug just feels so right. It doesn’t make the bad go away but it sure makes it easier to face it.

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      • Lol! I didn’t mean to portray her negatively, it is just how Asian parents are or atleast many of them. Love isn’t shown openly, they sacrifice a lot for their children but don’t really take credit or utter words such as I love you. Can you believe my parents have never said I love you, not even in my native language? An idea for another post 😉

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      • Oh I took it in a lighthearted spirit and I have witnessed it for myself, without thinking about it really. I’d say that is a good idea for another post alright!

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