To you , my mother!

Maa!! It’s really an arduous task to write for you as many poets, writers and artists have already described you in all the possible ways that some well framed sentences originated directly from my heart would be a plagiarism. But I would write! For you have taught me to see the hardness as opportune, for, decades ago, my these words had the origin from you.

When the infancy giggled in me, you had told that long long ago ruled a Mighty King and he rescued the superfluously beautiful queen from the black demons. I wondered at the turtle’s cleverness for winning the race and laughed at the rabbit. I had jumped with joy when that witty topiwala got his caps back from the imitative fool monkeys. I mocked the Lion for jumping into the well to attack his shadow. Poor girl! , I cried when that dirty wolf had eaten your grandma. Every nerve of mine had danced with those rhymes. All the curious, comical questions were being answered.

When I crossed that tiny milestone and stepped into the world of minds, I knew that there was a man named Ghandhi who led the world of his times, struggled and fought to save the humanity in his own terms. My infancy hadn’t let me question and contradict your views. World was beautiful then! When electricity went off and I screamed restlessly, I learnt that how a little boy Abrahim, a farmer’s son, lived and studied in the shine of streetlights and got the way to president of United States. When night rested on our sky, lying beside you under the roof of countless tiny stars and alone yet powerful moon, I appreciated the reality that a sole individual can light the world. When the sun rose to the sky, you were there standing to tell me,” Rise above your horizons until the darkness fades away!”

When puberty nourished, I was been gradually cognized with the pragmatic world in your shadow. I was traumatised for the humanity had changed its definition through time. I had started reckoning the masks on the faces.   As I moved to make my own space, you warned, “Beware! Mankind is not so Kind. You may be mocked, cheated, faked, devastated, looted, raped or even killed by them. Move through the evil groom and shape yours and people’s destiny.” I pretended to be fearless and walked in. Maturity was about to come.

I grew up! My sentiments and intellections had taken their shape. The gap, within us, was now visible to me. Still! You cared and taught. And I negated! As I read through the worldly book and played the game, you yelled, “ Don’t chase the world  and rest to contend, follow your course, follow your dreams!” How the majestic youngness could hear you then?. I looked through my window and heard the sounds of people outside and adjoined my ways with them. It looked a wonderful journey!

When my ways separated again, moving ahead alone, I paused to look back once. You were there looking at me, smiling, in the darkness where no one bothered to be visible, your aura filled the lightness and said, “See! My child, The Sun is rising”.  As I know, when I’ll move to the further stages to find my ways, When the world will show its back and laugh at me, you’ll pour your motherhood and renovate me, I cherished and walked ahead, fearless!!