STARGAZE....

“When I was of your age, I would walk 5 kilometers to the school”, Said the mother to her 6 year kid.. All he could do was just hear and utter no word… his eyes watered… The tears refused to get out of the socket though… The elderly figure, his mother, raised him singlehandedly… In a hut, big enough to make them play two-rolls-over-each-other game, this was his motherly love share…. She used to go clean society houses to survive.. Her husband was a drunkard and was gone away long back..she was thankful for the plight as it meant less liabilities for her… She dreamt her son to be an officer one day..

Years passed… Everything was stagnant….Except for their ages… One fine day, when she was busy making her son’s favourite dinner, some car horns caught her attention.. This was rare.... she hurried to see what that was… there, her son, 30, in his white shirt tucked neatly in the black trousers was standing next to a white Ambassador car with a red light over the car roof, SALUTING to his mother and more importantly his idol and only source of inspiration.. “This is for you ,Maa”, he cried his heart out that day in her arms…