A tribute to all the warm hearted mothers

May 2017

A tribute to all the warm hearted mothers

Dedicated to my mother; a charismatic, witty and tender person.

After I tape up the last part, I hide the gift in my cupboard as I look forward to the long awaited day, mother’s day.

Waking up to the sound of the tweeting birds outside, I realize that the winsome scaly breasted munias that have homed our balcony are taking care of their young. Each year come the munias in April to build their homes where our AC pipes run near the walls. The endearing little hatchlings fly to my balcony and back to the main one with the help of their mother. An adorable sight I witnessed in the morning; peeking through the balcony’s slightly ajar door. A buoyant kick, it gave; just when the day started.

Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I walked to the kitchen to cuddle my mom and wish her a matchless mother’s day. For it was a Sunday, we had decided to go to Barbeque Nation to gulp down a scrumptious lunch. Therefore, we decided to have a light breakfast of some bread, a small slice of non-iced sweet cake and half piece of garlic toast.

To my room, I went to get ready for lunch after I spent time with my mom. I took out the clothes from my cupboard and I looked at the displayed photos on my digital photo frame. Memories flooded my brain of my recent trip to Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve where I saw the majestic tigresses – Madhuri and Gauri – who led their playful cubs and taught them their survival skills. After Gauri guarded her territory at night, she embraces her cubs who hide in bushes. They lick their mom and she does the same. To the water they go, to wash up and play. Running, a grown cub chases a boar just like his mom, Madhuri, taught him to. Every mother – animal, bird or human – plays an important role in a child’s life. What about my mother?

A mother I have, beyond compare,

Whenever I need her, she’s always there.

I'm searching for a sock, in despair,

She has the other one, completing the pair.

The food she cooks smells delicious,

And when eaten, you think it’s fictitious.

When I need help with some art,

She happily colours in the little hearts.

When my mind is hurt and need some aid,

Her unceasing love never fades.

The aroma of barbequed veggies filled the air, waiters rushed to serve the sizzling barbeque sticks, customers rushed to fill their plates with the main course and bowls with cold ice-cream and mouth-smacking varieties of different kulfi flavours. My mouth watered at the smell itself. Wishing my mom an amazing mother’s day, we made ourselves comfortable on the seats. Grinning, I gave my mom her gift-wrapped present. I had struggled to get the folds right and messed up too many times to count. For she had a one plus one phone, which was now considered as an old model, she never found a proper phone case on amazon. I had accidentally found one on amazon and booked one for her instead of making a card (art and craft is not really my forte; my mom does my art homework). She put it on her mobile and thanked me. Astonishingly, I received a gift too! Something I’ve wanted all along since I realised my love of writing, she had bought me. A prepossessing feather pen with a silver coloured stand in a box was handed over to me with a letter. I made her a mother and hence I was also to receive a gift, said my mom as she hugged me. We kept the gifts in my mom’s handbag and scarfed down the appetizing food.

Uh, we were stuck in the rain. Just when we were savouring the last kulfi and were to go home, the skies poured down.  We were unfortunate for we had come in a cab for all drivers don’t accept services during pours. We waited and waited and waited outside while we shooed the mosquitoes away.

My head was restfully laid on my mom’s legs and my feet bent to fit into the car. I was rocked to sleep by the moving vehicle after I cuddled on the back seat. For a long time, we waited to get a cab. We stood for long and were tired; just wishing to hop into the car. Though the end was tiresome, it was worth it as the day was beautifully spent with my mother.

An enthralling day was spent with my mother and I wish all the mothers a belated joyous Mother’s Day.

How did you spend your Mother's Day? Tell me in the comments below!