Confession

A Sunday afternoon… The clock read 2:40 pm and was still ticking…

‘My mom will have to start in another five minutes’.

I calculated the time I had to open up. I had to choose from either of the options: ‘Tell or Postpone’.

“What happened??” My mom’s voice got me back to the present.

“…” I swallowed a lump.

“You wanted to say something. Come on… go ahead.”

‘My mom looked too curious. May be she wouldn’t even speak to me after she hears me talk it out. Her eyes, which look so peaceful, would be filled with tears. Or she might never talk to me… Or she might even slap me… She might not even want me to stay at home… I might lose her once for all…’

“I have to get ready. It’s getting late.” She sounded a bit irritated.

‘She might become completely frustrated with me after I tell her. She might lose all the considerations that she has for me. She might hate me forever…’

“Come on speak up.” Her voice projected the pressure that was building in her.

‘Should I open up and spoil her mood?
Will I get a chance again like this time?
Can I afford to wait for another chance like this?
Should I speak up?’

I looked into my mom’s eyes. My eyes filled with tears.

I felt sorry for her. I felt guilty for going to hurt her so much. But I would never get a chance like this again in the near future… or may be even in my lifetime…

“Mom…” I swallowed a lump again.

Words stuck to my throat. My lips dried off and my body chilled.

“Yeah…” She sounded more irritated.

“Mom… I couldn’t help. I am sorry”. My voice broke. Tears rolled down.

“What are you talking about? You are scaring me.” She sounded worried.

I held her hands between mine; looked at her...

took a deep breath &spoke out…

“I am in love…”