Holding his mother's hand he stepped inside the old age home. Her mother at seventies,wore wrinkles which told stories of ages. Confronting with the management,the son looked at his mother for one last time. Her face was pale like the late winter's moon. Expressionless and staring at the orange clouds whispering something to the motionless sky. Her son asked his mother to look for one last time as he was leaving. The mother finally lifted her eyes and looked into his eyes . There she saw her reflection but was just a little blurred as a tear drop escaped her eyes in agony. His son was left speechless as he saw her mother's soul weeping for the first time. That day even heavens turned into storms. She saw her son passing through the old rusty gate and suddenly disappered in the millions of hues of the world . Her face left the nova's glow and adopted the ashen hue concealing the wrinkles with endless flow of tears. Days passed on and seasons changed their attire as she just counted on the days of her demise as for her life was only a myth. The caretakers asked her for tea and she remembered that her son used to drink tea constantly and only when it was made by his mother. These nostalgic moments consoled her a little as she smiled in the remembrance of her child who left her alone in this unknown place. The afternoon sun rays couldn't enlighten her face. At lonely calm nights ,she used to knit a sweater for her son as she was concerned about the approaching winter. And constantly visited the telephone as she hoped that her son would ring her up even for once. But unfortunately the never rang from her son's number but still she waited . Days passed,months passed but there was no trace of her son and her sweater was about to complete. But somehow on the way,she lost her smile in the black hole of millions of thoughts.
One night she watched the moon through the window and watched the reflection of her son smiling back at her . She waved back at him but then she realized it's just an illusion. Her heart became weak and slowly she crept inside the blanket and drowned in the ocean of sorrow that soaked her pillow . Next morning she was in the garden with the completely knitted sweater for her son in her hand. She was wondering that it might never adore her son's body and it would also be buried with her in the coffin. But then a pair of cold hands covered her warm wet eyes from behind. She asked who's that as she couldn't turn her back. And then a broken soft voice whispered "maa"in her ears. Tears escaped her eyes as she knew that he was the man she had been waiting for so long. Her son came from behind and placed his head at her feet as he realised he couldn't live without her. Nothing could replace her place,she is incomparable.
She lifted him up and kissed his forehead as his tears showed his regret and the mistake he had committed. His son asked "maa are you still angry on me"? Mother said,"a mother can never be angry as she was born to correct her son's mistakes ". She said "a mother lays the map of her son's existence ". The son broke down at her feet and the grandchildren's hugged their granny from behind . Her rejoiced in eternal happiness,as now she found a reason to live. A reason to love,a reason to adore the arriving winter. But she won't feel cold anymore as she slept in the arms of his son upon the sweater she knitted that gave warmth to her soul .
Why only love your mother on mother's day only? Give her love and care till your last breath. Don't forget she lost most of the thing in her life she wanted to keep and burned uncountable dreams to bring a smile on her children's faces. P.s. according to me Take a bow, along with posting her pics and expressing your love,you can also make out some time and have a talk with her,share something hilarious and help her in her chores. May be it would define the true meaning of celebrating mother's day and not only on mother's day only. Give her happiness as i said.till your last breath.