letters of love

Party Night

A sudden alarm interrupts Mr black from reading his letter. Ah! its 4 a.m and its time for his exercise. Mr Black overlooks the alarm and continues reading the rest of the letter.
" It makes me feel loving when you make those lovely cards, which are just scribblings practically, but for me they are your feelings of love that you express towards me. And with the passage of time those scribblings have turned out to be beautiful drawings. I feel so loved when you make them for me. With passage of time i have realised that you need a sibling to play with. This thought drives me to plan for  another baby. Soon you will be with your baby brother and you will always have a friend with you. I wish you always be happy and cheerful. That smile on your face makes me feel happy. I wish you a happy brotherhood son.
        Love you
          your muma.

As the letter ends and Mr black opens the envelope which had the letter, to his surprise he finds that envelope has many papers of silly scribblings and a few drawings. Every drawing is mentioned with date and age of the child. Mr black checks all the papers and feels touched. As his mother has even kept his scribblings that were of no use. Mr Black's thought interrupts with the snooze of the alarm that was left previously unclosed. Mr Black takes a deep breath and closes the alarm and rests on his arm chair. Pondering over the letter he falls asleep until he gets a call from Mrs Stacy.
"Good morning sir. Sorry for disturbing you but we have a meeting at 3 P.M with Volkavagan which we postponed yesterday. Sir they are our big client and postponing it again may effect our deal."
"Ah! yes... ill be there in office by 10 am." confirms Mr Black and then...
" sir, sorry to interrupt you but it is already 2 P.M."  interrupts Stacy with a grin.
"oh! i didn't realise that  its too late. Ill be there within next 30minutes."
confirms Mr Black and hangs up the call.

"Congratulations Mr Black" the deal was now final with valkawagan and it calls out to be a celebration. Mr Black calls out Stacy to arrange for the party tonight. Mrs Stacy makes all the needful arrangements.

              PARTY NIGHT

The party began with the opening of the Champaign. As Mr Black shakes the fountain of Champaign in the air the roars of claps begun. The hooting sounds and whistles blew from every corner of the hall. Everyone in the party was in a celebration mood as Mr Black announces an appraisal in salary of staff and co workers. The party was full of colourful lights and loud music. Every single person in the hall was happy except one. Somewhere around Mr Black's thoughts were engaged with his mothers letter, the drawings or rather say scribblings, her mothers love, her feelings.
"Hey handsome, you have no right to stand all alone in such a happening party" a flirtatious voice broke his thoughts. A women with a bandeau dress, showing off her guts get closer to Mr Black expecting a same response from him.
"Ah Mrs Stacy" exclaims Mr Black.  "were you looking for me" fluttered Mrs Stacy.
"No." smiles Mr Black knowing her intentions, slowly moves her hands away from him which tried to hug him . "actually i was looking for Mrs Stella" smiles Mr Black again.
"What? in such a happening party a handsome man is looking for an old lady?" replies Mrs Stacy with a broken heart.
"Please can you call her. I want to meet her." pleads Mr Black.
" she did not come for the party today. She again had a depression stoke and she is resting at home" replies Mrs Stacy.
"What, a stroke? you should have informed me about that earlier" interrupts Mr Black and rushes to meet Mrs Stella at her house.

As the door bell rings Mrs Stella somehow manages to get up from her bed and walks down the stairs with baby steps to open the door. Someone was in a hurry and by the time she could reach the door to open it, the door bell was ringing continuously. To her surprise it was Mr Black, a very rich man, her boss was standing in front of her. She did not know what to do for a second. Looking at her clumsy actions Mr Black eased her and asked her to calm down. He helped Mrs Stella to walk inside the house and help her sit on an old sofa chair whose handle was broken and could show how old it was. Mrs Stella lived in a small house. Thou it was a two storey house but was almost empty with no furniture.
" Ah my house, are you comfortable Mr Black?" asked Mrs Stella after she saw Mr Black sitting on her carpet on his knees, without bothering for the expensive suit he was wearing.
"I am absolutely fine Mrs Stacy. I have come here to see you."  Mr Black comforts Stella who was embarrassed of her nearly empty house.
"Its your good manners and good upbringing sir which has made you such a humble and an affectionate person. I respect your parents more than i respect you for upbringing you in such a lovely manner." Mrs Stella paused for a second and continues... "you parents must be the luckiest one to have you in their life. I wish every parent was as lucky as them" Mr Black never discussed his personal life to others. Nobody new about his parents or siblings. He had build a wall around him and had never let anyone get close to it. He recalls the incident when he was a teenager and pushed an old man out of his arrogance and mistreated him and how his mother without thinking for a second slapped him in front of his friends. He felt so embarrassed. He was angry and he went back home. And how his mother did not talk to him for one whole day to make him realise how wrong he was. And how her anger melt like butter when he just gave him a hug and say her sorry. It was her upbringing that made him today what he was.
" I wish even i had a son like you who could respect me and love me in the last years of my life. Sir, i had this small house, in which i helped him walk, eat I taught him every skill that would be important for him in this competitive world. His troubles and pain hurts me. Then why is it that he does not feel the pain that i have??" cried Mrs Stella. "His father expired at a very young age i worked hard and provided him the best of things that i could then why can't he bare the expenses of my medicines at this age?" Mrs Stella's questions made him feel sorry for her at the same time he had a guilt as he has done the same with his mother too. But Mrs Thomson never had any complains from him. She just loved him. she never expected him to get her medicines or get her help. she always wanted to meet him and give him as much love as she can. Looking at a mothers pain made him realise the pain his mother might have gone through in these last days of her life. A tear of sorrow rolled down Mr Blacks cheeks.  Was my mother going through the same pain that this lady is going through?