Saturday morning had me waking up with a terrible vomiting sensation....I was like.... "what the hell is this....I didn't even have dinner yesterday, forget about overeating..." Well, yeah, I figured out later that it was "THE PANI-PURI RETURNS" :-/ (To tell you, it looked like mango frooty, n tasted like ear-wax :-/ :P)What was the point of writing the above non-sense ?? well, now we begin :).... I'd cried(twas a weak one although) "mummyyy" the moment I woke up...and as I stood in the washroom, coughing wildly; the spectator felt the hand on my back, the worry in the eyes, the quivering of the lips...and that feeling of the ultimate and unparalleled relaxation that ran through me as i felt her hand...MAGICAL....
Sometimes when I m too tensed or depressed, I make her sit down...and I sit beside her, and then I just link my palms with hers...And she wonders why I do it, she really does...:) I smile at her... she stares at me, totally flummoxed !!!! I tell her that it comforts me....like nothing else...she's got a question in those eyes," why do u need to be comforted ??" I lower my eyes or look away, wishing she doesn't ask me that...And she doesn't....:) like somehow she knows i had wished it !!!! True, there is a magic about her.. :)
Whenever I fall ill, I long for that touch...there's a warmth that flows through, and the problem is half solved !!!! I suddenly feel all better than before...like a shower in the scorch of the sun, like a fresh new leaflet at the close of autumn :)
Some of us might like to offer scientific explanations to the same, relating it to the fact that a child lives inside the mother's womb for almost nine months...I do not disagree with any part of it, but somehow it feels that giving it the name "magic" only would do proper justice to the divine connection that exists between a mother and a child !
What is it, I still do not know...All I know is that she's called MOTHER.... And every bit about her, is magical.... :)
