A Blank Message

This story happened seven years ago,

I had brought new Nokia mobile for mom; I taught her how to type message and send it.

That day I was in my office. One message popped up on my mobile screen. It was mom’s. I opened it. It was a blank message.

At home, mom must be learning how to message me. Again she forgot how to type in before sending it. – This thought brought a smile on my face. Again another blank message received, then third, fourth… I was giggling on her mistakes by sending me blank messages again and again.

And then I thought smilingly: In my childhood days, when I would’ve learnt fist time how to stand up on my little feet, mom must have giggled on my cute innocence mistakes like, topple down on floor, falsely pronouncing words, eating anything I could’ve got my hands on.

Smilingly I called her.

Mom: Beta, you got my messages??

Me: Yeah mom, but all messages were blank!

Mom: Oh! I was messaging you that you ate your lunch?