Mummy's Garden

As i scrolled through the pictures dad sent in a web album faithfully titled "Mummy's Garden" , my eyes glistened up. Each picture meant more than what it intended to. It unearthed emotions which were buried about 8 months ago and made unreachable, to avoid those very tears.

Moms. Why are they naturally inclined to taking care of something, all the time? Weird they are. Not that earlier the garden at home wasn't taken care of. But I could see a refreshed interest being taken by mom in these green beings now.

I am sure the flowers never looked so good earlier, I know there weren't even so many plants earlier either. I know dad never took photos of these and sent it to anyone earlier. He was never so proud of "mummy's garden" earlier. It seemed like their own little world had taken shape anew.

I'm sure mom spends a good amount of time watering the plants, tending to them, adding new ones, weeding out the old ones, re potting, cleaning etc. Just like a very long time ago, she gave all her time to us, her daughters. So that one day, we sprung out as colorful individuals. Just like, how these flowers today have bloomed to fruition.

Though i am happy about her new found interests, I am jealous of those petalled beings.For being happily placed in a pot in my garden, in my home. For getting watered by my mom. For getting to listen to the bhajans she sings to the tulsi. For getting to brush against her as and when she bustles around busily in the portico. For wanting to close their ears when she shouts out to the vegetable vendor on the road.For simply getting to be a part of her everyday life.

Yes, earlier on, I was referring to these emotions which I didn't want to face for a while now. Of missing mom, and dad. And most importantly, Of knowing they miss me too.

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8 months ago, I came really far away from them, to America. Picture Courtesy-Dad.