My mom is the central character of my family’s drama. Most of my Indians friends would share the similar feelings with me. A lot of things she does left me either curious, baffled, irritated or happy. But no matter what, in every action there is a shadow of innocence, a feeling of care which makes me smile whenever I think of some particular moment.

Whenever she watches Saas -Bahu ( In this genre, mother in law is the most prominent character ) serials, she gets so involved with them that she would actually open the gate, if a bell rings in the T.V serial. Half of her actions are inspired(copied) by the female counterparts in the T.V serials. It’s not very strange to hear some phrases like “ Show me that design of bracelet that was worn by Aanandi in Balika badhu ”.

This thing irritates my father to a great extent. Every time he switch on the T.V, he just want to kill all those Saas Bahus.

She is a hard working house wife who never forgets to remind me about what she does and what should I do whenever some special moments arrive.

Scene 1 :

I am exhausted after playing badminton for 1 hr.

Scene 2 :

I am trying to chop onions.

Scene 3 :

I am making a painting.

But the same mother will shout on loudspeaker about the painting-shainting if she gets any chance to showcase the natural talent of her beloved son. Mom you are so lovely.

Well, she is not rude all the time. I remember my childhood days when I used to play antakshari ( A game where one team sings a song and the opponent team has to sing a song starting with the character on which the other team ended their song) with Megha.

I was really very innocent at that time. So innocent that Everyone would teach me whatever he could . Free of cost. (Shaktiman is an Indian version of Superman with a small difference that he is from planet Earth)

And of course helped my father in his hard times ☺

So innocent, that even the vegetable vendor trusted my innocence.

Even when I would play some childhood specific games. ( The below illustration shows a typical indian game Sapolia which is majorly played in rural areas during childhood time only. )

When I would recite full poem with Megha.

Well back to my mom. She would also teach me some lessons at appropriate times because she thought I was too innocent.

But it’s not that my mom always scold me. Like every mom she also has very big and soft heart. (but that doesn’t mean that heart will always do go for you).

That soft heart never sleeps if you are awake. Literally !

That heart never stops thinking about you. That heart never stops waiting for the call from you. That heart will explode with joy, if you show your face to her. That heart always keep on counting the days left for your visit. That heart which always listen to you no matter where you are, in what conditions you are, with whom you are.