The Letter
Amma,
I remember that day when I found worry myself, must be in my 4th
grade, when you were late from work and I was so startled. There were no mobile
phones then, I didn't even know whom to call from the landline, I was just so
worried about you. I went to your room and felt an uncanny stillness in your
last day's saree, touching the drapes made me wail. I was praying hard for you
to be alright, waiting with tolerant eyes for the door bell to ring, to wrap my
arms around your waist, to press my face on you, to smell your precious scent.
And I was never that thankful to finally hear
the incessant ringing of the bell, your trademark, to let me know it's finally
you at the door! But I didn't wrap my arms around, even when I wanted to, I
was slightly embarrassed, and to conceal my newly found worry I just asked
casually," Why were you late amma?"
I could
see that vivid happiness on your face to hear that from me, you didn't say a
word but held me close and kissed my head, I never felt that safe before, it
was probably a long waited reward for all the worrying! I could comprehend the sullenness and the beauty of the feeling which succeeded.
Now that I am bracing myself to chase some
dreams which am yet to fathom, I see you in my place, 12 years back. And that
is not a happy place to be, the wait is disorienting, but what comes after is
always worth living for. I am shy, I am in a reverie , but that can never
alter the same richness of love I have for you, even when I hesitate to show
what I feel, You will always be the best part of my life!
Love
Ann
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