This one is for you, Mom.

It was my mom on phone the other day. I was tired from the days work and was about to take a nap at my room, just then my phone rang. In a lazy manner I lifted up the phone to say hello and the conversation began.

Me: “Hello mom, why are you calling me at this time, when you know I go to sleep for an hour after coming from office. “
Mom: “I just called to ask you that I haven’t received any mails from you yet, I have been seeing my mailbox since morning, have you sent them.”
Me: (In a sloppy manner): “which mails mom, I have no idea.”
Mom: “The one’s which you told me yesterday, about your blogs.”
Me: “O mom..why are you so keen about seeing my blogs. Alright, I will send you tomorrow when I go to office. Bye mom.” And, I hung up the phone.

A day before this conversation, my mom had called me again and we had this little conversation.

Mom: “what happened to you, you have been writing blogs earlier but now you seem to have stopped doing it. Is everything fine there.”
“yes, all is fine and for your kind information I have written 2 or 3 blogs this week.” I replied.
Mom (in a cheerful tone): that’s great; send those across to my email id.
“Okay, I will” I replied.

After the first conversation, I went to sleep but somehow somewhere this weird thought struck my fancy and I started wondering why is that, my mom always feels so excited about my things. What I do, where I go, what I wear or like..i don’t know but she’s always making me conscious about my stuff.

I woke up an hour later, prepared myself a cup of coffee and sat infront of my study table. I started thinking for a moment. I then remembered a recent chat that I had with one of mom’s college colleagues a couple of weeks ago. She was online on Gtalk, when had I just opened my gmail account, a minute later I got a small pop up window showing my Aunt’s instant message.

Aunt: hello
Me: hello Anand Aunty..how r u?
……
(then some intro conversation starts…and so I am skipping this)
……
Aunt: your mom told me something.
Me: what aunty?
Aunt: that you are good at writing blogs..she showed me your blogs.
Me(looked surprise): oh..so you have also seen them.
Aunt: seen them…I have read them.
Me (I thought for a second “read them..how many??”): It was not a big deal aunty. I have been reading business articles since my college days and so keep writing anything that comes to my mind.
Aunty: but you do write well Beta…I am proud of you. Do meet me when you come to Yamuna nagar.
Me: sure aunty..thanks.

My mom had been telling her friends about my blogs…what else she would have told about me to her friends….”I thought for second”. And Aunty was telling that I write good blogs…I know she is definitely lying. My mom must have told about my blogs in her as usual exaggerated way even though they are pretty okay and nothing of a sort to make any kind of hype. I am sure this is the reason why my aunty is showing her interest over my blogs as if she likes them, whereas the reality might be different. She’s definitely hiding the truth. I was feeling really annoyed and was not in a mood to think of it anymore.

The next day I was about to leave to office from my room when suddenly my eyes struck at a greeting card that was lying flat over my study table. It was a b’day card from my mom which she had send a few days ago.

There was something strange about this card as if it was trying to say “look at me”. I stretched myself across the bed to reach for my study table; I took the card in my hands, opened it and starting reading the lines that were written on it. I was suddenly taken aback after reading those lines as if they are trying to tell me something.

Card lines:

”Watching you change and grow and become the special man, I always knew you would be.”

“What if you could see yourself the way I see you, then you’d know, how much I have loved…"

Suddenly several thoughts started flowing in my mind raising various questions and with them there respective answers. I realised for the first time that how much important I am to my mom. A day before I was really annoyed with her but suddenly I started realising something great. I was getting answers to all my concerns that i had about her on “What I do, where I go, what I wear or like”.

And i started analysing… May be she feels happy to see me grow up and become a special man. May be she asks me about by whereabouts every time I go out just to show how much she is concerned about me. May be she thinks that I write good and has much more faith and confidence in me than I think for myself. May be she wants to show the same feeling to her friends in college where she goes to teach everyday.

All happened so sudden that all my anguish started melting away and I felt a deep sense of affection. I took the card, wiped it with my hanky so as to remove dust if any and placed it right in front of my table, picked up my bike and the room keys and locked the door with a strange smile on my face thinking “well…that’s the beginning..”