Goodbye

I don't know when I fall asleep in her lap, but when I regained heed at 5, my head was in her lap and she was still litigating my forehead with the same affection as that at 11, the previous night. She didn't sleep the whole night and how could she with the pain of separation from the only son, as I have to leave this dawn. A drop of tear rolled down her cheek and landed on my forehead. I tried to gaze her eyelid but she turned and left the bed. 

After packing up; she asked me to have breakfast. That shrinkage in her voice was all set to breach her hidden emotions. Even for me, it was way beyond the bounds of possibility to intake a single bite of bread as the aura of separation was impartially aching for both of us with patches of moisture in respective eyes.

I looked at her face again. Her hairs has grown whiter, her face was pale, her skin turned patchy, the question in her eyes was when will we meet again? But deep inside my heart, it was trucking; whether will we meet again?

As the clock pointed at 6, I was ready to leave. To leave her alone in solitude, to leave her alone in dilemma, to leave her alone with puddles of tears. Perhaps this was the moment she was afraid of. I stood and intended to touch her feet. But trucking her knees on the floor, palm on her face, she finally burst into tears. Holding my hand she just cried and cried and cried till the taxi arrived. I don't know what kind of love does a mother fetch for her child. I don't know how can she sacrifice till the limit of sky. I don't know from where this depth of love she borrowed for me . I wish I would be able to know this; some day.