Arylie- OS/TS/SS

Maa

I have not seen the episode yet because I have an exam tomorrow. I wrote this last week when the promo of Sumbul talking about her mother was released. It is a free verse.

It was mother's day. In the morning, Imlie was reading the Bhaskar Times. On page 3, there was a mother's day special section where people's personal experience and feelings were written. There was a poem in it written by a 17 year old who lost her mother. 

The world is full of people, there is no human dearth,
But how does it feel without the person who gave you birth.

What is it like without a mother, only the ones who lost her know it.
What is it like when the person who you regularly see, suddenly vanishes. 
What is it like when the person who carried you in the childhood, gets carried on the shoulders.
What is it like when the person who builds you from nothing, gets burnt into nothing. 
What is it like without a mother, only the ones who lost her know it. 

How does it feel when happy memories of the past haunt you.
How does it feel when you tend to forget the voice that sang you to sleep. 
How does it feel when you tend to forget how it felt to touch the body you came out from. 
How does it feel when you tend to forget how it felt to be loved and scolded at the same time.
How does it feel when happy memories of the past haunt you.

It feels horrible to be honest, the heart aches.
It feels lonely when your heart craves for a motherly hug.
It feels lonely to see others doing the things you once did.
It feels horrible to not utter "mumma" for such a long span of time. 
It feels horrible to be honest, the heart aches. 

More than grief, its regret that prevails.
The regret of not telling the love you had.
The regret of speaking rudely during fights.
The regret of ignoring the small wishes.
More than grief, its regret that prevails.
What is it like without a mother, only the ones who lost her know it. 

Imlie was in tears after reading it. She could feel it too staying away from her mother. Without any delay she picked her phone and called her amma. 

Imlie:- Hello Amma, how are you?

Meethi:- I am fine gudiya. Why did you call this early in the morning. Is everything okay?

Imlie:- Yess Amma, was just missing you. Listen Amma, Happy Mother's Day Amma. I love you and I am sorry for all the times I didn't listen to you or I spoke rudely to you. 

Meethi:-Gudiya, is everything okay? Why you saying this suddenly?

Imlie:- Its nothing Amma. Wanted to say this to you. Okay, ABP is calling me. I will talk to you later. 

Meethi:-Ok gudiya, take care. And yes, I love you too. 

Imlie disconnected the call. "Thankyou Sita Maiyya for giving me my amma. Take care of her always.", she prayed and wiped her tears and left for the office. 

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I could not stop myself from writing this. I usually do not show or express my vulnerabilities but then I thought that there might be some people here too who have gone through the same. I was in 7th standard when my mother was diagnosed with last stage liver cancer. It had spread across the whole body and the doctor had already announced that she will not live more than a year. But, we didn't loose hope and did whatever was in our power to save her. But humans are nothing in front of destiny. After stretching her life span for 3 more years by her will power, we lost her in December,2019. When everyone was celebrating new year, we got the worst start ever to the year. For some days, I could not process whether it was a nightmare or a reality. So, whatever I feel, I poured it in this poem.
If anyone out there is going through the same, I want them to know that you are being watched by your loved one and getting blessed. Stay Strong. Lots of hugs. 🤗🤗