“See Mamma, are my pleats okay now and quickly tell me, red one or golden one”? Asked Antaraa to her mother, Shalini. “Umm, yes now you are set in saree and red earrings will do”, Shalini, directing her daughter virtually through a video call who was miles away from her, undergoing through an internship in one of the finest company of Chennai. “Okay Mamma, will call you later, bye”, Antaraa cut the call. Today, she was little earlier so she sat on the platform besides the window of her room carefully avoiding any wrinkle to come on her saree, waiting for her colleague Amey with whom she pace to office everyday.
She could see the raindrops which got collected on the surface of green leaves, due the heavy rain last night, were slipping down in cascade from it making the trickling sound into the small pool of water at the bottom. On this dribbling music, her memory also started dancing and stopped in the lane of her past. During rain, her mother always makes paper boats for her and she used to sail those on the water accumulated on the terrace. She also remembered the deliciousness of Moong k Bare, her mother used to cook during rain. PEEP PEEP, sound of horn suddenly brought her to the present. It was Amey. She sat into the car. Amey complemented her but she said nothing. Antaraa was still in the antaraa of the past music. After few minutes she said, “you know when I was in 10th grade, mamma always used to chaff me, grow a little taller, then I can sit behind you on the scooty and we can go anywhere we want to like other daughters and mammas. You all are very fortunate to have your jobs as well as your mothers here with you. She is here to welcome after you go home, exhausted by long day and work. You have her to listen all your inconsequential talks with a great focus, you have her to cook delicacies, you have her to play with your hairs so that you can sleep, you have the most peaceful place of the world, which give you blessings, which take away all your stress and grievances, her Aanchal (lap), to keep your head upon and rest calmly, heaven on earth where as I, I can only see her virtually, can only call her, living this melancholy life without her. I don’t know what or who to blame, the small city I belongs to, the low level of education system in my state, the poor availability of jobs in my hometown, the unavailability of subject I wanted to study in my state or the roots of my family over there, Mamma’s dream to make me independent or my stubbornness to do job”. She could go on further when a drop of tear jumped on cheeks from the corner of her moist eyes, making her voice shivering, she realized.
“Okay, calm down, ask your mamma to come here and stay with you”, suggested Amey. “No, let me get a permanent job first, so that I can take a flat, then it would be easy for her to come, right now in Paying guest, there are many issues”, replied Antaraa, looking out into the cloudy blackish blanket of sky, asking when she will get a job. They reached the parking of the office. She was about to open the door, when a pop-up appeared on the wall of her phone. It was an email regarding the offer letter from the company she got interviewed last week. She came out of the car and of her grievances too. Tears from her eyes as well as rain drops from the heavenly sky couldn’t stop themselves from falling down. Even nature conspired everything, so that she have her MOTHER with her too, not virtually but in reality.
Who knows that one day, living together with mother, will become a dream comes true.