Mother's letter

"Baa, tell me, what should I write?"

Kamala was suffering a lot for the past few days. This time the standing crop was washed away due to heavy rains. There was no grain of food in the house. A milking cow also died of snakebite. The roof sheets were cut off. Every night there was a juggling act between the tears flowing from her eyes and the water dripping from the ceiling.

As the number of glasses increased, the eyes could not see properly. Her health was also deteriorating day by day. The doctor had prescribed medicine but from where to bring money for such an expensive medicine? Finally, she came to Lahia to write a paper, thinking to make Ankur, a son of one living in the city, aware of the whole situation.

"What should I write, please say Baa?"

Kamala had to put the sufferings of Haya on paper. But to annoy the son Sheed! Kamala wiped the tears from her eyes with a saree, “Write... son, you are having fun there, aren't you?”