It was a sunny day. She could hear imperceptibly the far off muted sounds of some dog's barking and if she silenced her buzzing brain she could hear the suffused sounds of birds chirping in the huge trees growing outside her house. The trees had quite aged, it seemed as if they had served their purpose and were waiting for their final call like her old mother who was approaching the century yet was still far away from the final resolution. She would harp the same tune everyday "where have the years gone, one day I opened my eyes and only after some winks and yawns I have reached this far, when have I lived where have I ripened and rejoiced and lingered in the abundance of expansive ecstasy ? She would listen to her moans and grumbles without any response but pass a subdued smile. She got up silently somewhat deep in thought, opened the window of her room. The huge trees were standing there. They usually bore fragrance la...
Could she ever feel the same enthusiasm and eagerness to embrace her daughter's new found moorings in her life ? May or may be not. Renu had now ample time to fall back upon her raw motherhood when she got wrapped up in the bubble of her rapturous joy while covering each milestone of the child's growth. She was subsumed with the fervour and belief that she was the sole architect of her child's destiny. The time had lost its count and was almost merged in the background. She never noticed its soft treading which marched with the ticking clock of the growing child who had implicitly been freed from the umbilical bond and was at the threshold of writing her own destiny whose blue print had already been laid even before her inception in her mother's womb. She realised it as a big joke to have...