Hey Mom,
There is nothing more joyous than being wrapped in your six
yard saree. You know he says I looked beautiful when I choose to wear your
fanatic treasure you safe guarded all these years so you could pass it to
me. But Maa how can I disclose him that it
was not just any saree, it’s a perfect art of sliding into your warmness which
I long for on those random unaimed days. Everytime I move my fingers on your
kanchivaram, the lustrous shine or the feather smoothness would instantly rush me to ramble on
the memory lane in no time.
Then were the days when
running behind you holding your pallu was my favorite game, when i had
to cry I had the softness to curl in your lap and no matter how hard the things
would get, the tiny tinkles of your moving bangles would sing lullaby, when everything
would seem blurred on the far side, the
shadow of you walking to me draped in colorful saree would put that smile on me
and I would just fall on my knees and convince myself as how Should I get
away all my life without getting to dig in my face in those crumpled plates of
your saree which always posed as cradle of your warm demeanour.
Then, how you could bid me adieu that day? Did you flow in the same whirlwind of emotions
i had underneath my feet or you had bigger storm of melancholy in your heart. As
you let me go did you feel the same pain when I fought with your pelvic bone to
push myself out of your womb or was it much more than I could justify the impulsive
emotional outburst I had then. Or is it
that you always foresee this day? Were you aware that your little girl would
one day unbind herself from you and walk into other world where she will leave your
footprints in her every hustle bustle she could go through. When all my life
you bubbled yourself around me as a cushion of comfort, how well you knew that I
would still call for every shot without the torch of your guiding light. How
you always go into hiding your tears behind that smile. How you always knew it all..?
