I MISS YOU MOM

I slept late and woke up too late as usual. My phone signaled Red in its battery pot as it might have tried maximally to wake me up by alarming the time. On a quick succession, I jumped up from the bed, brushed, showered and tried getting  ready like an Autobot in transformer movie. Everything was fast except my shirt. “hey mom..?how many times I told you not to button up my shirt after ironing ???” I cursed her. unlocking each button seemed to be a precisely performed cardiac surgery. I thought I need to stitch a line of  welkers to avoid this buttoning. Welkers suits better. I think its more convenient for the way I am.

After buttoning my shirt, I called my mom again for my tiff-in. She ran up to me and gave my lunch. But i didn't mind. Actually I could not. Because I was much angry. I had told her so many times not to button up my shirt. But she wont hear. I am not forcing her to do what I said. I just need to avoid her favors as it make my life more complicated.When I ran out and jumped into my bicycle,she was saying something. She was saying something. I didn't bother listening to it as I knew that it would be the same dialogues- “Go slow..Take care…Eat well Study well…” etc…

Change is an outcome of time, realized  when I count the number of years passed as an eye-blink. Almost all interventions of a woman in my life is  substituted with my better half who is still sleeping in my bedroom when I am ironing my shirt now. Of coarse she loves me. But the problem is, may be love have lots of dimensions…

Anyhow, I realize that those buttoned shirts from my mother were actually a blanket of care, love and affection. she used to keep her offered embryonic layers of all finer things around me. How mad was I when I thought it all as restrictions. I definitely miss all those  things.. I really miss you mom…………