It was a pleasant weather. The cloudy sky, the sweet fragrance of the soggy earth and the cool breeze that brushed over her face, everything was mesmerizing. However, without noticing anything, she kept on walking to arrive at an unknown destiny. Her eyes were filled with tears and her mind engrossed by that one person, her mom.
Her pregnancy was confirmed and though she was extremely happy, excited and what not about the new baby to come home, from past few days she had been pondering over her past and that was troubling her. She had questioned those few decisions that she had taken in the past, which had not only changed her life but also her mom’s and she failed to justify those very decisions.
Love! Like most of the teenagers even she had left everything behind to be with the love of her life. Karan was perfect. She couldn’t have asked for a better husband, but she had paid a very big price to be with him. She had left her mom and dad behind, and had never given a thought about them until she became aware of another life inside her. The fetus made her feel special and now she could completely understand her mom. She realized that her mom had never been against her, not even when she was against her relationship with Karan. It was just her love and concern.
She missed her mom and those lectures over how she was ignoring her studies and spent hours in front of mirror. She missed mom-made desserts that her mom cooked on every occasions, be it for her birthday or any festival. She missed her mom’s early morning chants that would get her out of the bed to the Mandir. She missed those warm hugs and pecks that always stole away her fear. She missed those unintelligent chats and wise advises that her mom always gave away for free.
Without realizing, she had walked to a public garden and sat under a Gulmohar tree. Once she was aware of her surroundings, it reminded her of those evening walks on beautiful suburb roads that her mom never missed. She came back to the present when her cell-phone beeped. It was Karan. She was sure that he has called to inquire about her visit to the doctor. She hadn’t told him why she was visiting a doctor. She had wanted to surprise him, but she wasn't ready for it at the moment, so she cut the call. She had assured him so many times in the past that she had left behind everything and now, she was crying for her mom.
She decided to talk to Karan about meeting her mom. She went home and cooked dinner silently but she couldn’t keep her thoughts straight. It kept wandering off to her mom’s kitchen where she had broken hundred glasses and plates while brutally experimenting over the shipshape kitchen.
“Karan. Let’s talk”
He knew he was in trouble. Every time she wanted to talk she had not just one but list of complains against him and he didn’t like it.
“I’m pregnant”, she announced.
“That’s awesome, but you look troubled. You alright?” he inquired.
She said, “That’s not what I want to talk about”.
He wondered, loudly, “Then?”
“Karan, I want to see mom. I miss her so much. Please let me meet her”, she begged. “I told you that I have left everything behind, but when doctor confirmed my pregnancy, the only thing I wanted to do was talk to her. Please, Karan! Let’s visit her”.
He hugged her and then brushing his hand over her head, he asked, “Are you sure she will want to meet you?"
She couldn’t answer because she didn’t know whether she was forgiven. Anyway, she wanted to talk to her mom, ask her sorry for whatever she had done. Handing over his phone, he asked her to call her mom. She still remembered her mom’s number because she had dialed it so many times since last week but never waited for the call to get connected, because she was scared. Now, Karan's presence assured her, so she dialed the number and her mom’s welcoming voice answered it immediately.
Her mom said, “I know it’s you. I have been waiting for your call ever since you left”.
PS: Our moms always love us no matter we love her in return or not. I couldn't write about my mom because for me she is beyond words, so I have written a story, which always inspires me to choose mom over a guy, whom mom would mostly not like. Thanks to BlogAdda and the "Write a tribute to your mother" contest.