I walked to her photo and saw her smile. The serene and
beautiful smile that beats every stress and sorrow out of my mind, I miss her
and yearn to sleep on her lap, that lap which was a piece of heaven that made
me feel like going back into the womb. Everyday when I wake up I miss her calm
face, the simple bindi and the crisp cotton saree. I miss her. I let out a
wail. Ever since she left, the house is just a building formed of brick and
cement. Many a times it felt like vacuum, not too easy to breath. I want her
back, her smile back. I want to hear her voice again. She punched a hole in my
heart, a hole that kept growing bigger with each passing day. A hole that is
going to rip my heart and the life she gave me. Her sacrifices to see me smile,
her pain everytime I cried of hurt. Where will I go find a better friend than
her? The only irreplaceable friend, my mother!
Apt expression.
ReplyDeleteThe pain and the longing can be felt live.
Thank you Srishti! :)
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