The Place I Often Missed Is Your Lap
October is the month, I had lost you. And when I saw this “MakeYourMotherSmile” campaign running on the occasion of Kalam Sir’s Birthday, I was wondering how could I do this when you’re not even around me anymore? I can sense your touch though, but scent of your presence, warmth of your breath, reminiscence of your lap… How could I bring back all those memories, just in few words?
I was not an easy child. I literally don’t know how could you manage all chores especially my tantrums? And then I learnt no one could understand your silence except your mother, genuinely you were silence-reader, were? You still are…whenever I get upset, the moments I spent with you, made me smile and I forget for a while, you are not with me. You are the one who made me believe that we make mistakes, we try, we can’t be perfect, and that’s how we live.
When I was in hospital, that while liquid continuously flowing in my left arm—drop by drop. Doctor advised you to caress my arm, the six nights you didn’t even care to blink. How could you love me so selflessly? You taught me how to feel someone’s pain, when your 6-years-old student broke her hand— I caught the pain in your eyes. That’s the definition of Mother.
Although I’m trying to survive without you, but my fingers still yearn for your palm, memorizing your words ‘Simplicity what makes us unique!’
I owe you my life…Maa!