"Ronak, come here you naughty boy", she said as I ran out of the house looking for my dog, 'Dollar'.
I had always been a troublemaker as a child, was a mischievous one.
Once I asked her-"Does god really exists, if yes, then why can't we see him?"
She explained-"Life is not so crystal clear my son. Wind exists, but we cannot see it, love exists, we cannot see it, stars exist but they are not visible in the daylight. Just like that god too exists, he can be felt like the wind and the love and he appears as those bright stars in the dark phase of our lives". I understood perfectly. Nobody could have ever given such a beautiful explanation.
At 30, she still had the radiant face of a teenager. Her jet black eyes complemented her bright face quite well. Her glossy hair were my favourite, so soft and shiny, I loved to play with them. I can go on and on describing her beauty. Overall, she was beautiful, inside out.
"Mommy, why is daddy always busy? Why doesn't he spends some time with us?", I asked.
She replied-"He has too much workload darling, he loves you just the way i do. "But her facial expressions said something completely different. Such questions faded her smile often. Hence, I avoided asking them. I was a child, too immature to understand her deep feelings.
Mothers are a gift from god, indeed. She loved me more than anything in this world. As long as she lived, I felt special. But when she left, 'they' treated me like a 'scumbag'.
