An ode to the person who rocked my cradle-my mother
I get up in the morning to the sounds of my mother’s bangles and the sweet fragrance of her body. Opening the right eye slightly avoiding her gaze I peep in the room to see the time in the clock. Then pretend to be asleep. Out of nowhere she says ……don’t pretend I know you are awake. All the time I was dreaming her presence half awoke and now she is standing in front of me with a tooth brush laded with paste like cream on the cake.
The breakfast table is beautifully laid with fruits, milk and paratha……… I gobble some of them and rush for the school bus. In the bus I try to recollect ……when Ma got up, when did she prepare the breakfast when did she cut the fruits so beautifully that each piece vibrates her love. Every day my lunch box is packed with proper napkins and foil papers….. who has taught her all this………how does she know what I like for lunch and how does she catch me when I have not had my lunch…… if I ask her she says she has a third eye. I don’t know…..
During my adolescence she was the only friend I trusted and confided. She seemed to have all the time in the world to listen to me. When I got married she guided me how to deal with marital issues. She was like a magician with all solutions. During my days of pregnancy she was the one who could feel my pains, my emotions and my anxieties. Every person related to me wanted either a boy or a girl but she wanted a child -a normal and healthy child.
Now that I am a mother of a teen age son I do not know, whether I could to any extent match my competence with my mother. But it is true motherhood is a great experience and I owe all aspects of this beautiful experience to my mother.
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Saradindu GhoshalMay 12, 2010 at 7:06 am
Excellent, suddenly reminds me of my mother. A personal-life picture beautifully painted to genelarise it for all mothers of all ages.