What a mother says to her heart-broken son !
“I know I shouldn’t still
interfere with your life. I will still not.. today.” A 50 year old mother still
speaks with the same pain that she can recollect when he bled himself in an
accident in his childhood.
He had a cold look on his face
not wanting to speak with his mother. He refused to pay attention towards her.
All he wanted was the “space” thing which his mother was ignorant of.
“I can never forget the time when
one day you suddenly seemed so happy.” Mother continued. “I could actually guess what happened . Your
incessant talking on phone. Checking for the message every time. Suddenly the
phone which was our phone became your phone. You locked it away and remained
cautious of any one going close to it. I knew it was a yes from her. Who was
she? Never knew.”
“Then on your birthday you
brought your friends. All seven of them, who had a great bash that day. But,
you looked confused. You constantly searched for someone and I could see from
her eyes as she assured you her presence. She was the one I knew. Long
beautiful hair. Dove shaped eyes and a perfect peacock colored kurta perfectly
dressed over her tenous body.”
“That night you slept at two am,
constantly running into the balcony for phone coverage. All I knew yes! You were
in love. Two years your face glowed like a sun. I always wanted you to have
your ‘space’. Hehe”
“After all what is permanent? I
could see all those signs of happiness which once engraved your face melting
away slowly. I decided to leave those problems to you since you might get embarrassed
discussing it with me. I was once tempted to ask you after I heard you sobbing
under the blanket.”
“Then one day everything stopped.
I learnt, she left you. The history repeated as always. ‘A girl leaves a boy
heartbroken’. I never knew why? It didn’t matter to me. All that mattered
to me was that your health deteriorated as you lost your appetite. You stopped
exercising. Stomach ulcers frequently caught you up. You breathed less and got
exhausted easily.”
“At times you laughed so much. At
times you stayed aloof in the corner near the window. In the dark while we had
dinner, you wrapped it up as a ritual.”
“The phone stopped ringing and
the frequent message tone which once irritated me, were nowhere to be heard. I
knew it was a disaster! That something had definitely changed.”
“You didn’t cry that day.
Something was definitely on your mind I knew. That warm afternoon I asked you
to sleep. As you lied on the bed thinking , I went fast asleep.”
“A terror woke me up as if I was
still in the dream. Someone banged the door so hard and frequent, my ears
turned deaf and eyes so awake as if they never slept. I searched for you with
fear but you were nowhere. I really got scared.”
“It was Rita aunty. Someone had
jumped from the terrace she said. Why it had to be my son?”
The mother sobbed like a child. And
she cried until her eyes burnt red.
“That girl you died for! She has
got another boyfriend. It isn’t her mistake though. Life will move on for her.
For me? It will get stuck for ages to come. It is always every mother’s will to
die of old age in the arms of her child. And when those arms are no longer
there, I will die every moment until finally I will breathe my last without any
resistance.”
They all lifted his body for cremation
as she hugged and kissed his cheek for the last time. Memories of her son
holding her hand for the first time, when she was joyful when he put his first schoolbag
on his shoulder.
Her nerves weakened as mother
wanted to see this all as a bad dream. Her mind went dizzy. She fainted…
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