It was like any other day and my mom had got up at her usual time. The geyser in her bathroom had misbehaved for no rhyme or reason and she'd used the normal water for her bath without complaint. (On cross checking, I'd found that it was her impatience that made it appear that the contraption was misbehaving and when I told her about it, she'd laughed with me!)
As I escorted her down the stairs into the dining hall, I wished her a happy Mother's Day and wanted to know as to whether she was keen on doing anything different during the day. I still remember her counter, a few years back on a similar occasion, as to whether it required a 'Mother's Day' for me to remember her. To put things in perspective, it's Mother's Day - everyday for me - since she stays with us. We've our serious discussions, we remember the things that we'd done together as family, her childhood and the hectic life with her parents, we discuss and laugh about my dad's clumsiness and of course, we fight too especially, when she gets fussy over me. Lekha observes that we're more like kids when we're together!
The day had meandered through with a few people dropping in on us with my mom taking on the job of chief hostess. The lunch had her choices on the table and it turned out to be long drawn out and boisterous. After a short siesta, she had her half an hour's walk in our courtyard which, she reiterates, helps her to unwind. And as I was going out for my evening walk, I did howl at her because she'd insisted upon my carrying an umbrella and a torch which I consider as bothersome appendages for smooth exercising.
And then, it was 'fruit time' when the three of us had fruits while running through the day's accomplishments - nil in my case - and later, watched a couple of programmes on the television. She'd her supper a trifle after 9 and as I escorted her up the staircase, to her bedroom, she tells me softly that she'd enjoyed the day thoroughly and I'd searchingly watched her face as to whether she was telling it to satisfy me.
And it was curtains to yet another day. Another Mother's Day, to be precise. Did I keep it too bland? Should I've done anything better?
Tailpiece.
My mom bestest!
As I escorted her down the stairs into the dining hall, I wished her a happy Mother's Day and wanted to know as to whether she was keen on doing anything different during the day. I still remember her counter, a few years back on a similar occasion, as to whether it required a 'Mother's Day' for me to remember her. To put things in perspective, it's Mother's Day - everyday for me - since she stays with us. We've our serious discussions, we remember the things that we'd done together as family, her childhood and the hectic life with her parents, we discuss and laugh about my dad's clumsiness and of course, we fight too especially, when she gets fussy over me. Lekha observes that we're more like kids when we're together!
The day had meandered through with a few people dropping in on us with my mom taking on the job of chief hostess. The lunch had her choices on the table and it turned out to be long drawn out and boisterous. After a short siesta, she had her half an hour's walk in our courtyard which, she reiterates, helps her to unwind. And as I was going out for my evening walk, I did howl at her because she'd insisted upon my carrying an umbrella and a torch which I consider as bothersome appendages for smooth exercising.
And then, it was 'fruit time' when the three of us had fruits while running through the day's accomplishments - nil in my case - and later, watched a couple of programmes on the television. She'd her supper a trifle after 9 and as I escorted her up the staircase, to her bedroom, she tells me softly that she'd enjoyed the day thoroughly and I'd searchingly watched her face as to whether she was telling it to satisfy me.
And it was curtains to yet another day. Another Mother's Day, to be precise. Did I keep it too bland? Should I've done anything better?
Tailpiece.
My mom bestest!
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