‘You better take … (loss of voice, soreness) …
good care of yourself. Be very cautious of your health and …’ she couldn’t actually
control the dizziness in the voice and the soreness of the vocal cords because.
All I could do was to keep nodding, I had lost the count of the number of times
she had repeated her instructions now. She would just not get tired of it and do
it every time without fail.
‘It is just a matter of six months and then I will be back. What’s the big deal?’
She waited, smiled and said ‘You would know it when you will
be a father. Then I will see if you will consider it as a big deal or what.’ I
could not say anything, just had to keep quite.
My mum is not very fond of us (me and bro) getting away. She hates my job which might demand extended
stays away and sometimes even abroad. Every time when I use to leave, she will
be ready with her instructions and gushy see-offs. And I do not like them one
bit. I hate when she cries, especially on these occasions as I feel that I am
making her cry. This makes me feel bad, more so because it prompts me of the
fact that I would really not be around in person for her. On top of that, I cannot express this explicitly which aggravates the pain further.
While it was already the time to leave, we both did not realize
that. In fact it seemed that the cruel clock was sprinting in the sheer fun of
seeing me getting parted of my mum. While, no doubt, that she was crying, I also
strangely experienced some blurred vision. I touched my eyes and felt the
chilliness around with the swift breeze rubbing over my tears ….
Mum … I too am scared of darkness … (par andhere se darta hu
main maa).
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