Close to 100 words

Its hard to remember all occurred instances. I sense memory isn’t finite! I had been very young to realize her tender touch or value her love towards me. She cared for me a lot more than anyone else would. Used to feed me, hug me, dress me up as a gentle kid, carry me in her arms, i was too small and light! Eating food is something that has been a rare interest since. And its more painful when you are already full and people try to stuff in more!

She always had a unique way of feeding me. Creating fairly spherical rice balls and arranging them on plate would be her first step. Naming it with respect to people i liked would be the second one.. and finally making me realize that if i wont eat them the people on whose name rice balls had been made, would be angry! Being a nice kid you would not want to do that..... She said "mo suna pua ta para khaaie de" ..

This was early morning, we were in the bus, probably dad was transferred and we were changing locations. The sun rays were gentle, She wore a light pink silk saree, with me on her lap and her hands on my forehead. She was looking beautiful, like an angel. My MOM. Probably that was the last time i saw her the way she was.

A wave has crests and trough's so do all of have to go through similar stages, some exciting and others depressing. Something happened i don’t know what, but it ceased everything. It was like everything came to a halt. Time doesn’t wait .. it moves so did we. Its been long since i left college and met her .. close to 500 days. I was with her for may be 72 hrs .. but in those hrs all i could listen were her voice with feeble tone .. a conversation close to 100 words. I cant reset time or take you back even if i want to nor can i go back to that day to feel the warmth of your palms. My stomach still lies waiting for the rice balls from your hand. Things have to move on and so will it .. what wont move or cease is the emptiness within me seeking for your voice .. your lap .. your conversations .. the rice balls.