Vada Poche..!

I woke up hearing a ring in my mom’s phone.

Slowly I walked out of the bed room towards the socket where my mom’s mobile was getting charged.

It was my periappa. I answered the call.

“Hi periappa. Good morning.” I spoke sleepily.

“Chellam (Dear). Woke up?” His voice was loud and clear.

“Yes periappa. What are you doing?” I was almost awake.

“I am searching for your brother’s visiting card wallet. Can you check whether he had kept it there at your home, when he stayed there last Friday? Must be in your bed room...”

“Oh...” I crushed the words out of my mouth. My mind had already started wandering elsewhere.

“Give the mobile to your mom.” I heard his voice and passed on the mobile to my mom.

“Hello. Solungo. ” (Tell me.) Her voice trailed in the air as she moved away.

I had been hearing statements which establish the “extra-careful” nature of Shriram anna. My mom had always projected him as a role-model to me, whenever I was careless. She had mentioned that, he had even safeguarded his water bottle and lunch box which he had used in his junior KG..!!

I saw my mom search the wallet here and there. I sat up straight in the cot, crossed my legs and smiled.

Thank god. Anna lost something. Hereafter he won’t be projected to me as Mr. Careful.

I tapped the cot cheerfully and went to brush my teeth. When I came back into the hall, my mom was already on call. “Appdiya. Ok ok.” (Is it? Ok Ok.) and cut the call. I looked at my mom.

“Kedachuduthaam.” (Got it, it seems.)

ஆஹா.. வட போச்சே..!!

What do you want the most in life?

What do you want the most in life?

During a casual talk with my best friend, this question popped up. Though I ended up saying “Butter Scotch Milkshake and McAloo Tikki” and escaped that instance, the question stuck to my thought process. Post the conversation...

• I sat to check my FB updates. I couldn’t concentrate.
• I tried to listen to some songs. It didn’t work out.
• I decided to go for a walk. It wasn’t fitting my need.

What do I want the most in life? I didn’t know.

My thought process was very confusing. It was too strong and heavy. Random images of people, my successes, my failures, my passion, likes, dislikes, hobbies kept crowding my mind. My heart beat rate was picking up and I started sweating way too much than normal.

I sat down in my table and closed my eyes. I needed a helping hand, a support and a reliable shoulder to relax. Importantly, I needed coffee at that moment.

Creeeech..... My room door opened.

My mom walked into my room, placed the coffee-mug on my table, ruffled my hair and walked out of the room.

I turned and looked at her. She wasn’t looking at me; she didn’t even know what I was undergoing.

But the answer for the question popped up.

I hadn’t been a good daughter always. I had stuck to my decisions even when she had suggested that it would be troublesome to finish it successfully. After attempting and struggling in my attempt, I would come back and say, ‘Mom, you were right’.

She knew my strengths and my weaknesses. She knew where I would flourish and where I would fail. She knew when my temper would raise and when would cry. She knew what I wanted... always.

The aroma of the coffee filled my nostrils. I sipped it. It was hot and yummy. I looked at the mug. It was what I had designed and presented it for her birthday.

It read – “I love you mom... You are the best...”
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What do I want the most in life?

To keep my mom happy... And to know that I am the sole reason behind her happiness...