WITH BROOM IN MY HAND, I MISSED MY MOM ON THE TIME SAND

It was a weekend day and I rose early. The morning was lovely with the sunrays intruding slowly into my flat through the windows and the birds singing the rhymes of God. The room was silent and the environment soothing. I never felt such freshness and calm. Was it different from the other days or was I missing it everyday? I was enjoying every bit of it and went on to complete my morning chorus.

The next thing to catch my attention was the dirt which had became a part of my life. The sound of newspaper flying in the room, the dust stored over TV, computer and Utensils and the stack of books lying all over the room made wonderful scenery which made sure that I never missed the natural surrounding of my village in the concrete jungles of the town. But the stillness and silence of the surrounding made me realize their true colours. I decided to clean it. Ohh..it took minutes to even locate the broom in the small flat of mine. When did I clean it last? Do we need to clean our rooms everyday? Ohh…God! What am I doing? I was standing still with my entire brain cells working actively and the images of past rushing through my eyes.

I never saw the dust on TV, papers flying and the stack of books earlier. How the things got changed so drastically? Had I changed? The only difference was that I never got to see those misadventures of mine. There was an angel who cleaned my room, who kept money in my pocket before I could anticipate that I had no money, who knew my marks before I got my results, I never felt hungry, I never experienced pain. An angel who never asked for any return, who never shared her pain, who never called me by my name. I was standing still.

I sent the same angel to old age home last week. I found the same angel to be a burden on my young shoulders. I found her to be an intruder in our privacy when she was the one who was happiest to see me married to a girl of my choice. I found her expenses created a hole in my pocket when she made sure that I never had an empty packet. The dust and dirt of mine reminded me of her. With broom in my hand, I missed my mom on the time sand.