6months back, (if I'm not wrong) we were in college and it was our lunch time when a guy from our class informed us of it. We were dismayed. It became the sole thought in everyone's brain present there. One couldn't believe or rationalise what he had said. No one exactly knew what had happened.
It seems that one of my classmates lost her mother in a fire accident. And the worst part, it had happened in her home, right in front of her, while getting ready for college.
[[She was there cooking, performing daily chores, helping you get ready- and in just 5 minutes, you hear her bawling. Baffled, you run to the next room only to find her in flames. You stand there, aghast. Not knowing what to do, u start roaring. Before u could think of anything few microseconds pass which are vital now. You sprint forward to save her, but u don't know what with. And by this time a few of the neighbours turn up and stop you from running into those rising flames which are consuming her slowly and few others calm the flames down and rush her to hospital. Doctors rush to save her, but all in vain now. The worst of the fate had already happened. ]]
We all think that we are strong enough to accept the pain, but once we find someone grieving, it really takes so much of strength to do so. The same had happened when we (me and my classmates) reached there. And I too had tried being strong to console others. I found myself in no tears. When we left the place, I felt it so heavy that I couldn't carry any longer. But I dint feel like crying, for it may lighten my heart in an instant, I want something else, something to remember, something as a memory. So I pulled out my mobile and opened a new folder in my notes----
Eagerly I open the doors and running all over my home,
I search for my mother.
I want her to be the first one to know my success,
The first one to congratulate me,
The first one to hug me and kiss me strength now,
The first one to assure that I can and will do more.
I went into their bedroom but couldn't find her.
Maybe she is in my room, cleaning up the whole mess I always make,
As she always does.
The angry but loving face she puts while she does that,
Hah!, what a beautiful mother I've got..!
"Want to thank God, but I won't "
No, she is not even in my room.
Now I get it.., she is in the kitchen,
Cooking for her very tired daughter.
Yeah Mom, I'm tired like a hell now
All the hard work I've done, led to this success
And I'm desperately waiting to show it to you.
Where are you???
She is nowhere I could find.
All of a sudden my feet got rooted.
I froze in front of her portrait,
Which is being garlanded since a month.
A void!!
Sudden hard lump had formed in my throat.
All tears, that I've kept to myself,
a treasure of my heart that I can only spend at a cost of my success,
as a gift to my most loving lady who carried me for nine months in herself and the next nineteen years with love,
-started flowing..and wouldn't stop.
I watch her trying to make me smile,
But my tears wouldn't stop.
It's time for them to be out of my eyes,
Which were their home for a month.
I watch her make naughty faces and act silly,
Only to make me smile.
But no, I can't, despite of my trials.
Time has come to let it out, completely
So I will just do that...
Wish you could come back and hug me tight,
The only thing that could stop me now.
Try doing that Mom, please..
Mom, I love you... -the words I've never told you much when u were with me,
-Maybe the words you've always longed for
-The only words that come from me now, thinking about you.
Miss you Mom and always will, forever and ever. <3 <3 .
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