He kept driving until he arrived at the district hospital. Outside the gates of the hospital, a hawker was selling tea and coffee to a couple of sleepy customers.
The son decided to abandon her in the darkness of the hospital and started walking with her in his arms, embracing her.
"Did we reach the temple, dear?" she asked frailly but received no response.
As soon as he stepped onto the hospital entrance steps, memories of his mother, running around with him because her son was sick with a serious fever, flashed before his guilt-stricken eyes, piercing him like the needle of a doctor's syringe. Each time, a syringe was used on him, his mom's tears too flowed along with the son's tears of pain. He decided not to leave her and took her back to the backseat of his car. He drove on, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision.
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Mother's Cradle
Short StoryA short story inspired by the poem "Ammathottil" by Rafeeq Ahammed Discover the heart-wrenching tale of a devoted mother who triumphed over countless obstacles to raise her son, only to be left alone by the very person she held dear. Inspired by the...
