Saturday, October 22, 2011

Two mothers [Short Fiction]

Please, please! Drop me one message- once you reach fine. Can you do that for me?”I hear my mother snicker, as I talk to my little girl. I throw a furious look at her and she bends her head down like punished a child. After finishing the talk and waving my daughter a goodbye, I join mom at the dining table where she tries to appear engrossed in cutting vegetables. Her silvery, shoulder length stylishly cut hair, bounces with the chop of the knife. There is a smile she is pressing between her lips. My anger vanishes and we both burst out laughing.

Overjoyed, little tears flow and rub them off still laughing. A little nagging thought attaches to my mind. I abruptly stop. She reads my mind,“ Oh dear! No.. you will do fine!” and walks to where I sat. Burying my face in her embrace I mumble without looking at her, “Mom, why is it so difficult to be a mother?” She gently kisses my forehead,” Because I cursed you to have a difficult child, as difficult and as painful as you were.” We both laugh. “Now don’t think so much you silly.” with those words she hobbles to the TV room and switches the television on. I wait for her to say the same words she says everyday,” Aye, which channel does that show telecast on?” With practice, I answer,” Channel 15.” If I ask her now, about the guy who had chased me till house some fifteen years ago. Pat, she will reply. But a TV show she watches daily, she won’t remember its channel or even its exact name. That's how the memory of a mother works. 

I walk into kitchen and start to cook. When she says,” Put the tomato in the end. They fry very quickly.” I tell her I saw her doing just that all my life. “I am delighted; I never knew you paid attention.” she laughs. This was one of those skills I had picked up sitting on the kitchen slab passing this and that to her when she cooked. I shake myself to the present and place the cooked food on the table and check the time. It’s been a while. She should have reached by now. I look at the empty message inbox and a chain of thoughts jail me. I feel weak and vulnerable. Suddenly exposed to pain. Has she reached safe? There are so many accidents these days. What about those stupid men who will be gawking at her? What if she got into a fight? What if she had started an argument with someone? Yesterday there was a molestation case reported in the similar area. A message beeps, “Mom, reached safe. Don’t worry.” My mind is out of shackles now. What a relief! That one word- safe, is what I wanted to hear, like every other mother.

We eat and I listen to mom’s version of the serials she watches and smile wide eyed at what she believes will be told in the following episodes. Time passes and other members of the family have come, everybody except -my daughter. I can't sit in my own house. I sit in the verandah, my eyes scanning every girl on a Scooty that even remotely resembles her. My ears all alert to pick the noises that usually precede her arrival at home. I drop her message,” Let me know if you got held up by something.” But, fail to get a reply. As my worry worsens with every passing second, my mom offers me company and we wait for my daughter like she had once waited for me. “Her class might have got extended. And they don’t allow mobiles in the class. She told me that once. She must be on her way.” She tells me this and yet I catch that little pray she does, hoping this is what is true. “I am hoping the same mom. I am hoping the same.” I reply holding back a million insane thoughts haunting my mind. Times change, generations’ change, our attitudes, our lifestyles,- everything change! Everything- but that span of time, when you wait for the arrival of a little girl you want to shield from this bad world.  That little girl you want to protect for all the horrors you have heard, all the cruelties you have read or have unfortunately witnessed. That time when we the contemporary women, bear the same mindset of every mother who has ever lived. That time- never changes.

A little later a tiny yellow headlight peeks through our front gate and I breathe for the first time in an hour.We, two mothers watch 'the daughter' walk towards us- safe and share a smile. 

10 comments:

TheBluntBlogger said...

:) women :D and above all mothers :)

i feel odd sometimes about my family back home, worry for no reason :) thats why i said, women :D

do you read Sidhartha Joshi? I really like the way he writes and he is the reason I started reading fiction and then your post for 0f made me read your work :) you should read him, you both have an uncanny a-bit-similar style :)

Red Handed said...

Remebered the line my mother always says ''YOU WILL UNDERSTAND ONLY WHEN YOU BECOME A MOTHER"

Your post just seconded it. Beautiful it was. How perfectly you bring out emotions.

KP said...

A very good one.. picking up an incident and narrating it in a way that it connects..!

Loved it! :)

Rahul said...

Fantastic,as usual!Kept me hooked till the end,as usual!!Makes me think I am a shitty writer compared to you,as usual!!!:-D

PeeVee™ said...

Lucky for grandma, mum was a model child. So mum finds me so truant that I think she's given up:P
And this particular scene happens at my place almost everyday.

I like:)

~Serendipity~ said...

Because I cursed you to have a difficult child, as difficult and as painful as you were :D

My mom always curses me in those same words used in the same manner :D I wish it never comes true :D But something tells me I want a naughty kid someday :)

I like your blog :)
And I don't say that to any and everybody :D

'Silhouettes' was good :) I plan on digging a lot more :)

Saru Singhal said...

Well, mothers are mothers. Even generations have no impact on it. Lovely read and it has a charming feel to it!

Saru

Sameera said...

@Chintan/Shubh-Oh! will check out his work :)
Yes, women! I remember as a little girl I used to pray to God to bring my mom from office safe. And to fulfill the promise from my end i used to pray daily. Ah.. those days of childhood innocence and faith!

@Red-Ha ha ha! My mother said that too. And, boy I can't blame her.. I was such a bad kid. :P Someday I will do a post on how bad was that bad. :d

@KP- Thank you !! :)

@Rahul- :) We just have different styles. Give a humorous story and I will kill it. Portraying Emotions.. I am learning.

@PeeVee- lol! I guess this is standard statement for all mom's. My mom playfully cursed my sister that she will have a kid who will refuse to eat "dal" like her. And then I will see how you will make you child get those proteins.. :P :D

@Serendipity- Ha ha ha.. I personally believe bad kids grow up to become interesting people. We have so many stories to tell. Imagine how much the normal kid missed out on.

Oh what an honour! :)I hope you like the other posts too!

@Saru- Hey!! I waited to comment back till you gave you valuable feedback! :) Thanks Saru!

Yuvika said...

aah the mother's curse - dreading the day I become a mom - I was a terrible troublemaker!

Sameera said...

@Yuvika- Bad kids are nice.. who wants a kid who will not cause any trouble. How will the curse flow to the next generation then...? :P

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