It was way back in 2006. I was done in with my graduation and all set to do my post graduation in Management from Bangalore. It was all excited to begin this new chapter in my life. The excitement was more to move outside my hometown. There was a fear as well about how a small town girl of Gwalior will cope up in the fast-moving technology world of Bangalore. My mum proved to be an inspiration for me to get rid of this fear. She came in from a very small village of UP, didn’t understand English at all but made her two daughters convent educated.
Anyways…continuing with my excitement I landed in Bangalore with my dad, who came along to settle me down in my college. During all my journey I missed my mom but did not have the courage to call up and talk to her as I knew she must be crying sitting at home. I knew she has made me strong but will be feeling weak herself, missing me. My college life started and each passing day made me realise, what importance my mother held in my life. I missed how she used to wake me up every morning. Every time I tried to make my braid, I failed and I missed her and just cried. I still didn’t call her thinking my crying can make things worse for her.
Five miserable days had already passed. Her thoughts, teachings, her fight to make me what I am kept running in the back of my mind. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to tell her how the new place was, how my college was, how bravely I was facing the ragging sessions, how I was trying to settle down in a big city, how I was making myself strong and not feeling bad about being a small town girl and more of all I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. Those five days was life changing for me and my love for my mom.
I called her up and cried my lungs out. Her kind words made me all settled, relaxed and refreshed. We had a long talk that day. All the credit of my life journey goes to her….
Mom, you are an inspiration…Happy Mother’s day ….