Dear All,
Every time you leave from your house, she stands near the window to catch one more glimpse of you. And sometimes, you don’t even turn back to say Bye to her.
But that’s okay for her. Probably she’s used to it.
Every time you come home, she wants to talk to you. She might pick up bizarre topics that irritate you. So you just shun her away and get drowned in the pool of texts and WhatsApp messages you receive from your virtual friends.
But that’s okay for her. Probably she’s used to that as well.
Every time she cooks for you, she wants to know how you liked it. And that’s probably one of the reasons why she hovers around you and forces you to eat. But you don’t have time for that. You either stuff yourself with outside food or are too busy to compliment her.
But even that’s okay for her. Probably she’s used to it.
Every time you come home late and she bugs you about your whereabouts, doesn’t mean she’s acting as a barrier to your precious freedom. It only means she’s worried for you. But then you tell her to leave you alone.
She gets hurt when you say that but she’s used to it.
Many of you don’t remember how proud she felt when you scored a decent grade. Probably you didn’t see the glint in her eyes.
Many of you don’t remember how she panicked when you fell for the first time. Of course, you were too busy crying out in pain.
Many of you don’t remember how she rushed towards you when you got the first prick of a needle. Of course, you were too busy admiring that tiny spot of blood on your finger.
And that ‘SHE’ is none other than a mother, who will never ever ask you for anything. She would just keep doing things for you till her last breath and in return all that she would want is your time. But we youngsters do have time for those 1000 Facebook friends, those incalculable WhatsApp chats and long hours of conversations with our friends, but not for her.
Trust me, she doesn’t want a Mother’s Day greeting card from you. She doesn’t want you to wish her on her Birthday or burst a bottle of champagne on her anniversary. All that she wants is your time.
So this Diwali, try to be with her. Light a candle with her, instead of lighting your laptops and phones.
And those who are away in a far-off land like me, just think of her before you light your first candle this Diwali; don’t just let her be used to it.
Happy Diwali, Mother! You’re the reason of my being…
