I imagine you mama, opening the door, smiling and calling my nick name... you could see the flesh I have lost, the dark circles under my eyes and that I haven't eaten anything since morning......and all it takes you is just one look at me....And then you run to the kitchen to ensure that the boiling milk doesn’t spill out of the pan…..cooking and that smell just ultimate……….that is enough to make me hungry and then finger licking food makes me contented…….
I imagine mama oiling my hairs….which even my hairs are missing these days…hahahahaha…..And her knitting, scolding, those long exam nights when she used to wake up for me……..
While my eyes fill with tears…….I imagine opening my cub board that contains my school books, drawing copy ,water colors….., letters from friends…the old sweaters, discarded shirts and school jacket….the hair clips and bangles…. all just messed up as usual and mama shouting……but this time I just love her for shouting on me…
I imagine lying under the sun, on the cot, till I feel dizzy…doing nothing for the whole day and still feeling great!......... I guess I am missing home….and can't write any more as I can't see anything now…..emotions has taken over all imagination and I am in my mama's lap crying…. But this time I can't find her to wipe my tears…….
Missing ma……. and missing home.
Weeping, Filled with Emotions!
Jyoti
" ये दुरिया...... इन रहो की दुरिया.... निगाहों की दुरिया....रहो की दुरिया....फ़ना हो सब दुरिया.........ये दुरिया ये दुरिया......."
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