The day was calm… with the beautiful sun
shimmering in between the dark grey clouds… streams of rays entered the room
through the window. The raindrops played beautiful music… the room beamed like
some new jewel brought into the light after a polishing cut… the room was
beautiful in its calmness except for the morning breeze whistling and the tiny
birds chirping… the room was covered with light shades of wallpaper..A vase of
white lilies stood in a corner filling the air with its fragrance… few art
crafts filled the walls… and the table near the window stood with photographs
of a little girl and a young woman… and then a teenage girl proudly showing off
her trophy… and a photo showed a girl in her twenties adorned in white wedding
dress, love filled eyes held by a young handsome man. An old lady with freckles
on her childlike face sat close to the window pane… as I went near to check on
her… she looked at me with the same kindness and love that her eyes always had…
I kissed her on the fore head wished her “happy birthday”… she smiled and gave
me the sheet of paper… it had her still beautiful handwriting… I recognized it
was a page from her diary… I looked at her… she wanted me to read it… I took
the papers and started to read.
“I walked in as usual finishing my
morning prayers to my silent den… the day was beautiful… the morning rain has
left the grass damp ,showered the flowers and wetted the usually dry ground…the
scent of fresh soil lingered.. It felt good when the smell tickled my senses
and that made sure that I can smell even now… I sat in my favourite spot
dragging my chair nearer to the window… window panes had water droplets… Still
fresh as dew drops… I drew a smiling face with the moisture on the glass pane…
though not so perfect it looked good… as I sat back looking at the smiling
face… memories filled my head…
“Mummy!! The clouds are crying!!”
shrieked a tiny figure jumping up and down in the front of my eyes.
I went and grabbed her in my arms
comforting her said “darling they aren’t crying … they are tears of happiness”
with a smile on my face…
The tiny gal wasn’t convinced…she
asked,”why are they so happy?? They even flooded dolly’s house mummy… where
will my dolly stay?”
“Remember you came first in your
class. That’s why they are happy… and our dolly can stay with us here…” she
smiled and gave me a kiss…
My heart felt alive every time she
did that… her little body hugged me and she said “I love you mummy”………
I couldn’t hold back my tears. I
kissed her on the forehead and said “love you too honey”
She ran back and vanished into room…
my little angel had grown too fast before my eyes… the first time she called me
“mom”. The times she won the music competition… the times she won her painting
competition…
And on her thirteenth birthday she
cried for a mobile…the first time she wanted to know about her dad and when I
said he is dead… for the first time she called me liar… I was hurt yet she was
my daughter… she had all the rights… when she learned the truth about her dad’s
second marriage she apologized… I forgave her without waiting for her to
apologize…her wedding… my daughter’s wedding… I made it extraordinary… and she
said I showed off her like a trophy…she didn’t know that she actually was a
trophy to me… my most valuable trophy…things changed when I got old.. I needed
her assistance for every single tiny and big thing… I became a hindrance to
her… she never said it but I felt it… my son –in-law showed it openly… I moved
out…I moved out of her life forever…
I got everything; I did everything I
could do for her… My angel… I lived my life for her… I didn’t expect anything
in return… but today I expect like every year… Just one call from my little
angel… because it’s my 75th birthday… and I will still continue to expect that
one call till my dying day… Bless you my child.”
A tear rolled down my cheeks… it was then I
realized I had been crying… I looked at her not knowing how to comfort her… I
am there for you always said my heart… And…as if she read my mind, tears
brimmed her eyes.. And they slowly closed… Her breathing slowed steadily and
stopped forever…At last she got , what she wanted. She got her trophy, her
gift. Me………………
hmmmmm emotional n touchy 1......gud 1..
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