The tales of wait.

This happened when i was a little kid of 5.

My Mother had gone outside on her usual evening – trip  and i was watching cartoons in my room. I was waiting for my mother to get me something to eat.My hunger was increasing and not able to control i ventured into the kitchen. I could see a packet of biscuits above, but could not reach there with my hand. I jumped higher and higher and my hand finally landed, not on the biscuits but on the glass crockery just besides them. All the crockery came crashing down and was broken into million pieces.

I was scared and shocked to my last nerve. I was afraid to face my mother’s anger . I finally ran to the roof and hid myself into a small alcove in the upper room. I hid there in the darkness, scared of what was going to happen.

My Mother returned and could not find me in all of the house. She searched all the rooms and called for me loud. I could hear her but would not come out. Soon she was in tears and was searching for me everywhere.

“Come Sona Pleaseee, Come to your Mother!”

By now i  wanted to come out but again was scared, now not because of the glass I had smashed but all this confusion and tears I had caused.

Only after15 minnutes, when my mother had come on the roof for almost a 5th time to look for me did she heard my faint crying. She found me and dragged me out of there and hit me hard on the face. She kept crying and then hugged me tight. So tight that it felt like she will never let me go off her.

I too cried because of the pain but today when i called her and she said she is missing me ,i felt this feeling very clearly again– I am everything for my mother and she will never let me be alone.Love you mom...