Mom there are few things that still lie unexpressed and I want you to know…
Do you remember how you used to wait near the gate every day, during my school days? I clearly remember the smile on your face when you would spot me coming on my bicycle. Religiously, you’d take the bag and pull me into a tight hug. But then, I used to run away pushing you aside and grab the TV remote to watch my favourite show.
Meanwhile, you arranged my favourite dishes for lunch with all the love and asked me to get ready and come to the dining table. But again, I would shout at you for not letting me rest for a while. Hardly did I care, that even you were hungry and wouldn’t eat lunch without me.
Today, when I get back home from a long hectic schedule, I am welcomed by a big lock hanging on the door. As I move around in search for a tight hug, I see the unwashed utensils and the messed up room. I have the TV remote with me, and my favourite shows running on it, but I miss the warmth, love and care. I take a coffee mug and something insignificant to munch on and when I look at the empty seat next to me, I remember how you used to sit near me and look at me happily, when I ate the food cooked by you. I miss you so much, mom.
Mom, do you remember the long chats we used to have at night, with me, you and daddy, all three of us cuddled together before going to sleep? I used to share the day-to-day happenings at school and you gave me suggestions and also shouted at me if I did anything wrong. The discussions used to end up with me getting annoyed at both of you and turning my back towards you.
Today, when I feel like speaking my heart out to someone, I can only hear the snoring sounds. Everyone here is so busy with their lives that no one is interested to know what is happening in my life. I miss our conversations.
Mom, do you remember that night when I had high fever? You sat all night beside me and spent the night constantly touching my forehead to mentally map my body temperature. If at all you tried to steal a nap, I would start yelling, complaining and cursing.
You know last week I was suffering from fever. Despite the discomfort, I completed the household chores and rushed to office as I had an important project to be delivered. I came back, just to see the locked door and the unwashed dishes and messed up home. How much I missed sleeping on your lap for a while. I miss that sleep.
Mom you remember how angry I used to get when you oiled my hair? I used to yell at you for wasting my precious playtime. Today, I wish I could get my hair oiled everyday so that I could spend that one hour of my time near you, feeling your warmth and love. I miss that touch.
Mom, I miss that lauki ki bhaji you used to make as I frowned and fussed about it, compelling you to make something else. That Lauki ki bhaji is so divine in front of the mess food, pizzas and pastas that I am fed up of eating now.
Mom do you remember how me and Chikku used to run out hearing the horn of daddy’s scooter, when he was back from office, just to get a ride on it and you used to shout at us saying daddy is tired and he needs to rest. We were never satisfied with the five minute ride and would tell daddy to take us far and sometimes we were back after an hour because daddy used to take us to eat hot samosas and cotton candies. Chikku and I always used to fight as none of us wanted to share the snacks.
Today, I have my own vehicle and can go anywhere for a long drive and I have the money to buy all those cotton candies and hot samosas on roadside, but then there is no fun in having them now, as there is no one to share and no one to fight. I miss you all so much.You would be happy to know that here I am surrounded by posh furniture, and my room is filled with the smell of expensive perfumes and room fresheners but I miss my broken study table, I miss the aroma of our home, the smell of the mud, the sound of our table fan, the ride on my bicycle, the sound of the overfilled water tank, the irritatingly loud voice of the vegetable vendor, the gossip, the chit-chat with our neighbours. I miss everything mom. I miss my childhood… In this race to earn money, name and fame I miss my LIFE…..
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