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Mum’s home


Mum’s back. And with her return, the home is crackling with energy again. With warmth, and with smiles. Radiating life.

Was she gone for just “three days”!!!! It definitely seemed much longer than that. 

All these days, it was just me, my granny and my disastrous cooking experiments. Beyond that nothing. No one to talk to, share my heart out and seek guidance. Take inspiration from.

Mum, I was not able to cook the sweetrice on Basant Panchami properly. Ma, I could not iron dad’s shirt. The curd did not set properly. Harjas does not eat properly when I cook. And I did not clean all the rooms. I ran a few errands and missed a few. And this is just the beginning of the mess I made in her absence.

Every passing moment brought her return closer. And my relief. But …

Mother was supposed to return yesterday night. The elections in Punjab played spoilsport. The delay, though only in hours, seemed an eternity.

And now that she is back, we are back to being our regular selves. We have all been speaking at same time. It has been tea and some more tea and some more tea all evening to drive that travel weariness of hers away. She has been playing Santa all evening, showering gifts on all of us (yes, me included). Things just keep coming out of her suitcase. Things she knows we needed. Things we will cherish for all times to come. And how warm and cozy her lap seems. No pillow can give that kind of comfort.

I woke up to this song in the morning(a definite hangover of musical mood) …

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away.

And it says all that I wanted to say but could not.

Love you, ma. I am so glad to have you around me. All is suddenly bright again.

And yes thank you for that designer coat, that Archies bracelet and the coffee mug and the purse … and this life.

Comments

  1. This is so beautifully written Ruby. What a sweet tribute to your mom, sharing your love and devotion to her. I wanted to thank you for your recent comment on my blog. You have your's set to "non-reply-comment", so I can't send you an email, but if you ever want to email me, feel free to. My email address is blessedmom6x@aol.com
    Thank you again. Your mom is blessed to have you for her daughter :)
    Blessings,
    Marcia

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  2. Ohh...the last line is heart touching. "Thanks for this life."
    Ruby, this whole nice piece of writing was quite sensitive but the last line simply paused my breath. I really loved it.

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  3. Thank you Marcia for all your good wishes. And thank you for your support. Every time you stop by my blog, it makes my heart spring up in joy. I will check the comment settings straight away.
    You have such a wonderful and loving family for yourself too.
    Warmest regards,
    Ruby

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  4. Rashmi, I am glad you appreciated this piece. That last line was written on the spur of moment. Seconds before publishing on an instinct that i should not leave this incomplete. I am happy to see that my instinct blended nicely.

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