Again

A Story by Isha Jaiswal

A short story describing how a mother was abandoned in her old age.The fortune played it's role and she was parented again!

Again

They lived escaticly together.The bond was pure and unshakable.The understanding was deep and the love was immense.The care was beyond boundaries.Well,that was the relation between the 'old lady' and the man.

Ages back,
When the three year child squalled,"you don't love me anymore'.This left the 'lady' in stupor and pain.

How desperately 'she' wanted to explain him,why 'she' had to abandon him daily,but never a moment was found worth the game.

The time was running, 'she' had to be at the office.
Trying hard to relinquish herself from the solidly clenched hands at her legs,'she' seeked her maid's help.

Promptly the maid came in and soon the 'lady' left.
The child was in pain and so was 'she'.
Both were squalling, his was hearable, 'hers' was silent.

But the silent cry was witnessed by the elder boy in shaggy clothes, sitting in the cubby hole of the room.

The child was perplexed by the pictures in the book owned by the elder boy.

The maid was placated, the child somehow stopped crying. She was exultant seeing both of them play together again.

A life changer day, maybe was that!

The elder boy acknowledged the truth, why the other child was loved more than he himself. That was his mother's job done to fulfill her son's dreams.
Probably, the reason behind the book in his hand!

Blessed he felt,idoligsed his mother henceforth.

While, a sense of hatred resided in the other child.
He wanted to cleave to his 'mother' but couldn't. This fact wasn't acceptable, how could 'she' leave him daily and stay away for hours.
Didn't 'she' love me? He questioned himself again and again.
Only if he knew, the things so comfy around, were there out of her 'mother's' efforts, sacrifice and work!

The maid was thankful!
Blessed was she,to be a mom for two.

But the one who suffered was 'she'.
Hours 'she' spent, gazing her child sleeping peacefully, cuddling the pillow beside.
Only if he knew, how come every morning,the pillow laid at the other corner of the bed.
'She' was a mother indeed!

But misfortunes happen,
Almighty sent a call for the maid, maybe this was her turn to be pampered again.

Abandoned was 'she' in her old age by her child who thought her to be selfish and ignorant.

But how could have the elder boy,now the man,could have seen the innocent 'lady',witness the pain again?

Continuing his mother's job, he got the 'lady' home, loved, cared and pampered her agian!