She has wrinkled skin and silvery hair. Her spine is
bent in an acute angle. Her fingers are shaking. She can’t steady on her feet continuously
for more than few minutes. She staggers a little. She has a stick which
balances her. It keeps her from falling. Like her own limbs. She holds that
stick in one of her hands. And, a small bowl in her other hand. She has black
eyes, which are empty. Empty but still expecting…with hope.
People stare at her…some with sympathy and some with
careless looks. Sympathy – because the little humanity in them peeks up. Careless
– as they stand off-the-line (maybe, above and far away from that thick line!)
she stands. They think pitying her won’t do them any good. Well,
Corrupted-Humanity!
She throws a look at every person she crosses, which
silently says, ‘Will you help me?’ and she says out loud ‘Maa?!’ ‘Pa?!’. Oh
world! she is like Mother to everyone of them (well, us!) but she calls us Maa
and Pa?! That makes me feel uneasy.
When someone puts a coin or two in her bowl, she
smiles and thanks them, as if those reserve-bank-coins means a world to her. She
gives them satisfied smile. Sadly, those people who helped (well, that’s not help
in a complete way. But, still help! Utterance of little humanity and care! And,
it matters!) her aren’t everyone. Those who gave her careless looks turned away
when she neared and they acted as if she isn’t standing in front of them with
an expecting look. It made her walk away with a worried look. But, she doesn’t push
any further and shrugs it off soon. God, she held her dignity high there (she
may seem weak but she’s tough.)!
This whole time, I’ve been staring at her. Now she’s
nearing me. When she neared me, she said ‘Maa?!’ – a questioning tone. I was stunned
and took a moment to come off my trance. I searched my bag and pulled out few
coins and put them in her bowl. She smiles at me. A satisfying one. Her eyes
glint with life. I thought they were empty. But, they weren’t. With that smile etched
in my neurons, she left. I stared at her until she disappeared down the path.
My heart is heavy. I don’t know what her smile did to
me. But, I’ve hundreds of questions swirling in my brain, now! She would’ve had
a family right? Oh, she can’t be born and living this way, her entire life. But
then, where they went? Or did they leave her alone? If so, why? She might have
children right? Did they betrayed her too? But, why? I want to cry. Those thoughts
made me go somewhat detached.
Well, there are many people who don’t have parents,
specially Mother. They long for love and care. But then, there are these people
who abandon their parents. Cruel world! How can they even imagine doing this? Is
not it terrible to abandon people, who gave you everything you have?!
Humanity rises with Mothers (actually, the real face
of Love!) and falls with them as well! Rises when we care and falls when we don’t.
PS: It’s kind of a memorial to that dignitary woman –
Mother – I came across. And, yes A Happy Mother’s Day to every Mother who walks
and makes this earth rain with love and care!
And, I got to mention Mr. Ragava Lawrence (My all-time
inspiration and rocking dancer!) here. He made feel astonished, by building a
temple for his Mother.
I dedicate it to all Mothers and my beloved little Sissy
and my Chechi…!
-Sp-
yeah... mother is a gift..and i'm blessed(u know how).. thank u so much thankachi...
ReplyDeleteNo worries Chechi....when I'm here!!!!
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