She loves you even in her scolding, she cares for you even
more when she says “go, do whatever you want”, a small injury which might not
even pain can bring out the precious jewels of her eyes, she weeps when you
leave her for studies or anything, her blessings protect you from all your
dangers when you are not with her, all these traits can be find only in one
person “Mother”. God blesses everyone with one wealth “Mom’s Love”. Every second
we spend with her is better than heaven or better I say heaven is in mother’s
lap.
Although it’s impossible to write about her love and care
which she poured on me, I am still trying to recollect some of the “Pearls from
the bag of past”.
My Savior
It was a rainy Sunday morning and I was happy as there was
no school. I woke up and was watching rain drops trickling down from my window.
When the rain stopped I heard crows cawing on the terrace. You will think
what’s so special in it, there is nothing special but the thing is I used to
feed crows chapattis every morning and today due to rain I forgot to feed them
so they were calling me. Feeding them made me feel happy. I rushed straight to
kitchen and took the chapatti. It was drizzling again so I thought I won’t go
upstairs but will throw chapatti from stairs. I tried to throw but it fell. In
a hurry I tried to descend the stairs in order to protect chapatti from getting
wet but something else was there for me in attempt to lift chapatti up fast I
slipped from stairs and rolled down. There was blood everywhere oozing out from
my cut forehead. I screamed for my mom. She came running to me and wiped the
blood with her sari. She tied my wound with bandage.
There was no one
in house except her and since we lived in a small town it was difficult to find
any transport in such a rain. Without thinking for a second she lifted me up,
covered me with one end of her sari and rushed to the clinic. I allowed the nurse to start stitching only when he promised that my mom will stay with
me inside. I got four stitches with my mother sitting beside me and wiping my
tears. Only thing which I asked her after stitch and bandage was “Mom am I
looking ugly?” She kissed my forehead and I got my answer.
Heart Connection
One evening after college I went to restaurant with my beloved
and I was telling her about my sweater which was hand knitted by my mom when I
was 3 years old with “I L U” written on it. When I wore that in childhood I
proudly told everyone “I L U” means I love you. As soon as I ended my
conversation I got a call from my mother and her first words were “I just took
out your sweater which had “I L U” written on it to check whether it is safe or
not”. These words left me thinking which connection connected her and me. I
guess it was “HEART CONNECTION".
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